short but informative

Dennis spent a large portion of his day at Gran's and Pop's house while his Daddy and I worked on house projects. He reportedly had a fabulous time there, playing at the park, playing in his playroom, singing, reading, and getting all kinds of attention that he would not have gotten at home today.

This morning, when I went in to get him up, I was greeted at the door by an awful stench. I know it was awful because I am completely clogged up and I could still smell it. I lifted him from his crib and laid him down for his diaper change. He looked me right in the eye and said "I poo poo". I told him he was exactly right, and I was proud of him for knowing the right word to describe the action. That's one step closer to potty training!

Tonight when I was on my way to pick him up, Mom called and told me he was walking to the front door and holding his jacket, asking for Mama and Da-da. She said that whenever the phone rang, he asked "Da-da?". He was ready to come home, but she said he never complained. He had a great day.

Once we got home, he had a merry old time playing tag with the vacuum robot. He chased it, and then let it chase him, then he tapped it with his foot, and then he climbed up in a chair to get out of its way. I left the room briefly, and he screeched and came running out of the room, and I turned around to come back and see what upset him. He smiled at me and said "hi". I suppose it was the fact that I left him alone, or that I left him alone with the Evil Vacuum Robot running amok in the room. Who knows what goes on in the minds of toddlers?