After Ol' Ma's house, we went to the doctor, where we were told that Logan still has double ear infections. At the office while we were waiting to go in, a little girl came in and Logan walked up to her and sweetly said, "Hi! Do you want to come look at the fish with me? Hold my hand. Come on!" It was so cute!!! The other mother couldn't believe how well Logan talked. I've been told that a lot, although, we are just used to it. I have to admit that I love this stage where communication is definitely a two-way street. It makes life so much easier.
We stopped by McDonald's drive-thru to get a Happy Meal for Logan and then headed home. After Logan's nap, I was working in the kitchen and he asked me to hold him. I picked him up, standing there next to the sink and breathed in every single thing. He laid his head on my shoulder and it was so sweet. So much of our time (too much of our time) is spent running from place to place, running around the house getting things done, that it was nice to soak up that moment. And I really did soak it up. I want to write this down so that in the guilt of my everyday-working-life, I remind myself that I did take some time to love on my little one. Of course, I wish that everyday could be like yesterday, but it's not meant to be at this time. We've ran the numbers over and over and it just can't happen right now. Last night, I just cried and cried because it was such a good day and I loved it so much and I just wish I could be with him more than I am right now.
Today, I was telling Logan his adoption story. Afterwards, I asked him some questions. Me: What does adoption mean? Logan: LOVE! Me: What is your birthmom's name? Logan: Miss A. Me: Where did mommy and daddy get you from? Logan: the zoo! (seriously, that's what he said...no prompting from me at all!) In the story, I told him that we got him from the hospital, but all day long, he tells me that I got him from the zoo :)
As we are working with Logan on the potty, today, he started pulling down his pants and ran to the bathroom and said, "I do it myself!" So, he seriously got himself on the big potty. I couldn't believe it. He looked up and me and said, "You cry mommy?" (And if he knew how to roll his eyes, he probably would have!) I guess he's getting used to me crying at all of his accomplishments!!!
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