The first big thing is that Andrew finally got a big boy bed! Well, a twin mattress on the floor at the moment, but that will be changing in a couple of weeks. That means we were able to set up the crib for Olivia in her own room. Yes, at 6 months old, the girl finally has her own room set up! Both children have been doing great with their new beds. Actually, bedtime has become an pretty streamlined process (patting self on back). We (or I, if Carl is working late) typically have Andrew in bed with lights off by 8 PM and we don't hear much from him till morning. Olivia is still sleeping well, though I haven't seen a 7+ hour stretch from her in probably a month. I know, I can't really complain if she sleeps 5 or 6 hours straight, but I was getting spoiled. She has been working so hard on figuring out how to crawl that I think she just wants to get up and practice!
The other big happenings around here revolve mostly around the potty. I think it's pretty safe to say that Andrew is "potty trained" as he only wears a diaper (we only have 2 left!) for sleep at night and is otherwise in big boy underpants, or often commando. There have been a few accidents, but mostly he tells me he needs to go and he goes. Here's the funny part...yesterday Andrew was playing out in the backyard and I was right inside with Olivia. He came running in asking for help getting his pants and shoes off. Why? So he could pee in the grass. I definitely cracked up and figured it's better than an accident or diapers, right? It gets even better. A little while later, I was getting Olivia changed and came back out to see him doing it again! I asked if he's a doggie (like our 2 dogs) and he said yes. So then this morning we were getting ready to go to the gym so I could workout and I told him he needed to sit on the potty before we left. He didn't want to, but wanted to do it outside. The weather is fine, so I thought, that's fine. As long as he goes. He went outside and I saw him pee. I went out to hurry him along, but he wasn't done. Yep, he was pooping out there too. I cracked up laughing and brought him inside so we could leave. I'm sure he'll be embarrassed when he's older that I'm telling this to the world, but that's what parents are for, right!?