Busy Days/ Joshua Stories

We have been busy the last few weeks. Joshua and Mommy have both been sick. And Mommy and Daddy have been busy preparing for baby #2. I think we've been too tired to come up with a nickname, but I guess there is time. Most of that preparation has really involved fixing up a big boy room for Joshua. I am in my third trimester and overall am doing great, though I'm pretty tired. Joshua is growing and learning so much. He likes to point at mommy's belly and say "baby" and give his brother a kiss. He also loves to say "Yea Alabama! Roll Roll Tide!" His favorite two books, which have each been read at least 500 times in the last month are 2 Alabama books. Now for a few Joshua stories... **Umm, for the record, we don't usually potty in the living room, but this was when the potty was brand new and Joshua really wanted to try it out, while reading an Alabama book.**

Something he recently started doing was getting picky about what "bites" he would eat. When Matt and I were feeding him cereal, we would offer a spoonful of cereal and he would say "Not that bite" and he'd point to the cereal "That bite!" So we'd spoon another bite of cereal and often times he would eat the bite and other times he'd look at it and say "No, not that bite, that bite!" and he'd point at the cereal. Of course there is no way to reason with him and say "It's all the same." We were just glad he was eating some breakfast.Yesterday I was on the floor reading books with Joshua and he needed a diaper. I told him "Do you want a diaper? Help mommy up." Usually he likes to "pull" me up and feel so proud of himself, but yesterday he walked a few steps in front of me and shook his finger and said "Get up Mommy!" It wasn't the friendly tactic I was hoping for - more like a drill sergeant.Over the weekend Matt and I were working on some projects around the house and watching Joshua. At one point I slipped off to go to the bathroom. Joshua didn't notice at first, but when he did he came running. Normally I leave the bathroom door cracked so he can come in and sit on his potty if he wants to, but this time I shut the door. Obviously he wasn't expecting it and ran into the door. When I opened the door he was sprawled out on the ground crying with the sippy cup, football, and stuffed animal he was carrying nearby. I said "You're okay." But he kept rubbing his head and saying "It went boom! It went boom!"