Last weekend Zoe and I did the traditional pumpkin patch experience. She wanted every pumpkin, pointing to the all and saying “Bing dis? Dis one?” She pulled the red wagon around all by herself and was a pretty good driver. She got a little one for herself, which she thought was a ball and threw it around the house until the stem broke. I carved mine but it rotted yesterday; didn’t even make it to H’ween. Daddy’s rotted before he got to carve it. Guess with our crazy life we should have waited a few more days to buy them.
Still tackling the potty front. She is big girl underwear all day except bedtime and stays dry. The problem being that she doesn’t pee in the potty; She holds it until bedtime most days and goes in her diaper. We were putting a diaper on at nap but now we are leaving her in panties and keeping our fingers crossed. So far her records for holding it are 18hours and 11 hours! She isn’t even uncomfortable acting, she runs and plays and even sits on the potty almost every time we ask her too. I want her bladder control. I think she stole mine.






