The Gillespie Circus

Yesterday was unbelievable. I mean, I couldn't have scripted a funnier day. So, I thought I would type up yesterday's events. Then I thought "No, wait, yesterday's "in the moment" text messages convey it much better". So, here are the screen shots of some of the texts from my day, with a few disclaimers:

1.) Please don't call the authorities, I didn't "hurt 'im"
2.) I know I'm nursing and shouldn't drink all those things in the picture.
3.) I believe in 1 God in heaven. "The gods" is a figure of speech.
4.) And yes. There are typos. Several of them. These were heat of the moment texts.
5.) What makes the day funnier/more interesting/ironic is the blog post that I started out with at 6:30 yesterday morning, "A Blessing is a Blessing" at sovereignrest.blogspot.com

Ok. Now that that's settled...

**Closer pic

Potty Training Lesson #302

We are in the throes of potty training. And I must say, the process has been much easier than I've been told/expected. Enoch is a champ. Quick learner...and it doesn't hurt that he likes jelly beans - 2 jelly beans is a small price to pay for success. But, every now and then, I am reminded that he is a 2 year old. Boy. Being potty trained.

Lesson #302

Regardless of how far along you think you are in the process, you are not. So, do not tell a potty training toddler, "You need a nap. Do not come out of your room for any reason." Otherwise, your suddenly obedient child may emerge to tell you "Mommy, there's poop on my floor." And, when you notice that 1 part is smashed and ask "Did you step on it with your foot????!!!" Your very literal 2 year old may respond "No, Mommy, I stepped on it with my sock."

That lesson is free. You are welcome.

The Mini Secret Service

I finally returned to a library's story time. It took me two weeks after "the lockout" to build up my nerves. :D

We visited a new library and the storyteller is amazing. She is very engaging, and uses a variety of activities to engage the children - song, dance, parachutes, books (obviously)...you name it. 

Enoch was enthralled... 

So I thought.

A little boy, about 18 months old or so, walked over to Issa sitting in her car seat, and began to rock her. Apparently, Enoch spotted this out of the corner of his eye. Out of nowhere, he makes a bee-line to the car seat. He proceeds to put his head (not hand - entire head) over Issa, grabbed the car seat handle, gives the little boy "the look" (see below) and calmly said "Geeeentle. Gentle." 

The Secret Service has nothing on this little boy. These girls don't stand a chance.