Tomorrow, Colt starts his physical therapy. The ONLY spot they have open is at 8 a.m. I don't foresee this going well. ;) I will let you know. Ha! He has gotten to be quite the chatterbox recently. Granted, many times, he repeats the same word over and over but it still sounds lovely to me. The most exciting new "word" for us is that Colt is trying to say his own name. We have been trying to get him to say it for months! His version of his name is "Gut." BAHAHA. Before when you would ask him his name, he would point at his cheek. That is his way of saying "Colt," almost like his sign for himself. He still points at his cheek, but now will say "Gut." It is seriously adorable. This morning, the first thing he did was stand on his stepstool, look at his face in the mirror, point at himself and say "GUT!" Ha. I love it. :)
WARNING! PARENTAL TMI TO FOLLOW. ;) We've also been getting consistent #1 and #2 in the potty. He is doing great! The problem is that I can't get him to tell me BEFORE he needs to go #1. We were using M&Ms as rewards and I saw somewhere to stop giving them every time they go, but to only give them when they TELL you they need to go. That is my next plan of action though he doesn't seem to understand when I explain that to him. Does anyone have any other suggestions? I don't think the sticker chart will work for Colt, he isn't quite "there" yet.
Sunday was the 18th birthday of my awesome nephew, Tucker. I cannot believe he is 18. Today was the first day of his senior year of high school. Wow! The same day, our dear friend and "adopted son," Trey, turned 20. Also that day, Ryan drove Trey back to college in Atlanta. I will miss his smiling face around the house and pray that he has a good and successful second year of college at Georgia State.
I mentioned in the last blog that we "leased to own" our house. I have already regretted that decision and am sick about it. However, I love that we are not having to pay that mortgage anymore. I pray that it will get better because the first two weeks or so have already become a miserable nightmare. If you want to know what I mean, just drive by and look at my house. Oh my gosh.
Life is a rollercoaster for sure. A great big freakin' rollercoaster. I will end this blog with some of the highs of said rollercoaster.
My boys, ready for church!
Colt FINALLY acknowledges Claire!
My dear friend Maggie stopped by to see us, all the way from Indianapolis!