Raising Watsons

This year we decided to take advantage of the Christmas time off and potty train Tucker. The first two days went pretty well. There were some accidents but after the peanut M&Ms showed up – significantly less accidents. We’re still trying to get the travel/out at places part down, but that will come in time.

Meanwhile, it’s Christmas Eve and Grandma Cupcake has bought Tucker a three-piece suit. She also looked up his school online to find when the children’s mass would be. This was a pretty great idea. The chapel was small and our minister, Mother Marilyn was very happy to see Tucker. The children’s portion was conducted by the former school director, Miss Melissa. Also, Tucker’s class has chapel every Wednesday, so he’s very comfortable. Has no problem sitting and participating in the story.
During the story, he tells me he needs to pee. GO TIME! We take off mid-story to the potty. But, there’s only the bathroom in the office and I don’t have the little seat. I try and hold Tucker but he’s used to sitting by himself. He proclaims he’s done and we leave. A few minutes back in church I see him doing the pee pee dance, but they’ve brought out percussion for Little Drunmer Boy. No way can I get him out now. After the song we take off again, but he’s yelling a few feet from the bathroom. Above all, I want this to be a positive experience. So I settle on standing by the door way so I can rush him out when he wets himself.

Which, he does. At that moment my sister quietly opens the back door as Tucker is proclaiming “I PEED!” I don’t know if it’s a blessing or not, but the urine propels down the dress pants into his favorite Lightening McQueen Crocks which spray streams or urine every step he takes. Catherine and I quickly deal with the situation and try to blot dry the urine at the entrance of the church before the small congregation makes their exit.

Welp, we can check off first Christmas Eve mass AND first time desecrating a religious institution. And not even three years old yet!

The perfect gentleman with what we call “angry eyes”

Mom blotting up the pee puddles.

Grandma Cupcake is very happy.

Emilia is pretty happy too.

Mom… a little frazzled.

Emilia really likes Kaya.  Whenever she walks in the room, Emilia watches and reaches for her.

Kaya really likes to lick the drool off Emilia’s hands.  Girls best friend?

Tucker playing Twinkle Twinkle with Daddy.  Kind of.

Emilia Watson – not a fan of green beans.

Apologies, this is a terrible photograph with the lighting.  I swear, she is not a zombie.

Emilia likes: blue cheese cauliflower

Also, the day before NYE Emilia sat in her first high chair at a restaurant.

Some Sundays, Mom is more ambitious than others. Tonight, JaimeOlivers ” Chicken in Milk” and Avgolemono (Greek chicken/lemon soup).

This is Emilia’s first night sitting at the table in her own seat.  She was so excited to eat that chicken soup, she kept waving her hands trying to grab the spoon.  When she figured out that I didn’t want her hands to help, she would look at me and open her mouth as wide as it could go.   Yep, she’s gonna be another good eater.

The first one started showing when Aunt Lindsay got here, but this is the first good photo.

In other milestone news Emilia is really interested in food. She’s been tasting dinner for awhile now and nearly takes my finger off when I give her tastes of avocado or coq au vin. But last night is probably a first for actual digestion as Emilia had about five spoonfuls of homemade Hungarian mushroom soup. One of Moms favorites!