I was so excited to get to spend a week in Dow with Grandma and Grandpa Droste and Aunt Claire. It was so hot most of the week that I didn’t get to do many of things that Grandma had planned for me, but I had a great time anyway.
I got to go to work with Grandma, especially in the mornings. I took my toys (babies, play-dough, books, blocks and tricycle) with us, and I did a great job playing and hanging out. I had a great time playing with Jameson and Jake (4-years-old and 18-months-old, respectively). We built with blocks and Play-Dough and colored together on Grandma’s new, 8-foot conference table.
I worked really hard on potty training. I didn’t use my potty much, but I did a great job “holding it” all day! Grandma and I went shopping at Baxter’s to get “potty prizes,” but I had a prize for Baxter’s: an accident! People seemed impressed with my vocabulary and verbal skills, along with my ability to count in Arabic. They were amazed!
We also spent an entire afternoon at the Magic House (on Friday the 13th, no less). We played in the WaterWorks; played on gigantic wooden “musical” instruments (which I loved); enjoyed the magnet and sand tables; created my own modern art; and checked out the hydrostatic generator (“the deer-in-the-headlights” photo). I loved watching other people do it, but when my turn arrived it was too loud for me. We finished the day at the Picnic Box Cafe’ (with famous, St. Louis Gus’ Pretzels; a green “Frog Spit” juice bar; and some milk), followed by a visit to the gift shop, whre I got a Magic House t-shirt and Play-Dough rolling pins).
On Saturday I drove back home with Aunt Claire and we had a really fun trip together. Of course, Mom and Dad were so excited to see me!
On Sunday I woke up with Dad and we pretended it was a Saturday, so we went to the grocery stores like usual. After Whole Foods, we went to DSW, which seemed like the biggest shoe store EVER! Then I got to watch Daddy get his hair cut with Miss Sam. We got home in time for lunch and then a nap. When I woke up, Dad decided to start a new potty-training regime: no more pull-ups when I’m awake. Just panties. I screamed a bunch, saying that I was scared of my panties, but eventually I relented and walked downstairs. I didn’t use the potty the rest of the day, but I didn’t have any accidents, either!
Last year I graduated out of my high chair!
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