Toilet, boots, and flowers

I haven't written in a while. My maternity leave ended last week, and things are super duper busy. I think that maybe one reason why Mosey is having some of these potty accidents. :/ 

One of them was actually a bon-a-fide accident, though. He had pulled up the step stool to the potty, pulled his pants down, and gotten a magazine for reading material, and then, SPLASH! The toilet seat was left up and he didn't notice it, so poor kid fell all the way into the toilet! Shane ran to see what happened and found him folded in half, stuck in there, with his underwear and pants around his ankles, still holding up with magazine in one hand. Funny, but in the most tender way possible. We love that kid so much. 

He is so observant, and I think that is part of what makes him so sensitive to things. Last week, I was wearing boots with a little bit of a heel, and one of the first things he said to me was, "Youre big, Mommy? Because you're wearing boots?" He is so smart!

And he stops to smell the flowers, which I love!! Even when they're in the corridor to the bathroom in a restaurant and they're not even real. He'll smell them and report to me that they don't smell like anything. :) love that kid.