It's been a crazy week. Spencer decided he wanted to potty train. In his words, "You want to sit on the big toilet with no diaper on." That was huge. So we tried Thursday afternoon and Friday morning, but he got overwhelmed about it, which is fine. We stopped and we'll try again when he shows interest. He asks to go every once in awhile. I'm excited to not have two kids in diapers, but I don't see a need to be the one always getting him to go to the bathroom. I want him to recognize the need. When he's ready, he'll get there, and that's just fine in my book.
In the midst of this Genevieve decided to get all her molars. At least one is in, but the others are all coming still. We had one cranky baby all week long. She's a lot happier this weekend though, which is great.
She's also our little daredevil. She's a crazy climber. She also thinks she's a big kid and can walk down stairs forwards instead of going down backward. We don't have stairs in our apartment, so she doesn't really practice going down them. So Tuesday she walked off the bottom step of the jungle gym at playgroup and came down on her cheek, scuffing it nicely. Thursday she did the same thing off the bottom stair at another park. Friday she climbed up on one of our kiddy chairs, then got distracted playing and tripped off backwards, clipping her cheek on the edge, leaving a huge purple bruise. I managed to grab her before she hit her head, but no such luck on the cheek. Her poor face. She takes it all in stride though. The fact that she can't get down from somewhere she climbs has absolutely no bearing on whether she climbs it. Spencer tends to stick close to my side when we're out and about, but Genevieve is off to the races the instant she gets set down. It's going to be exciting with this one!