This ugly little beast is one of Hank’s squirty bath toys. It’s one of a set of ten similarly goofy looking plastic critters, and Hank’s favorite, or at least his favorite of the day. This morning during his bath, I started singing “Rocky Raccoon.” (I would not have believed there was anyone in this country who does not know that song, but one of my college friends tells me she’s never heard it, so this YouTube video is for you, Christine.)
It’s not the most toddler-appropriate song, but I grew up listening to this, and the Who’s Tommy rock opera (which features child sex abuse as a pivotal plot point), and the Grateful Dead’s Casey Jones (about getting high and crashing a train), and look how well I turned out. Anyway, Hank loves it. Interestingly, he did not latch on to the catchy refrain, but rather the part where Rocky says, “I’ll be better, I’ll be better, Doc, as soon as I am able.” Only Hank spent all day saying, “I’ll be back, I’ll be back,” like a little tiny Terminator. So funny!
And on the potty training front, he’s had huge success today: he’s gone on the potty five times in one day. Something must have finally clicked in his brilliant little mind, since this is miles and miles better than his once-every-day-or-so potty successes up to this point.
Three things happened this evening to make me so grateful and proud of my little family.
1. Hank loves kale more than cake. He was still plugging away at his kale and chorizo soup when Penelope and I moved on to dessert. Penelope tried to offer him a bite of cake, and he said, “No cake! Kale! Chickpea!” Wow. He does not get this from me.
2. Hank has used the potty three days in arow. Granted, he hasn’t exclusively used the potty, but at least once a day for the past three days, he has peed on the potty like a big boy. We’re still a long way from fully toilet-trained, but since he’s only 19 months, I think we’re well ahead of the curve.
3. Penelope is a rock star at her work. Penelope is a middle school special education teacher. Back in September, 18 of her students were testing well below grade level. As of today, 14 of those 18 are reading at or above grade level. That kind of progress is huge. We’re not fans of standardized testing in this house, but when the tests give my sweetie this kind of tangible and immediate professional validation, that’s got to count for something.
Oh, and in other news: we put an offer on a new house tonight.I am tempering my excitement with the knowledge that there’s a lot that can go wrong with the home inspection and the financing, and yeah, we don’t even have an acceptance from the sellers yet… but for now, we’re just enjoying the thrilling potential for good things to come. Plus, buying a house is excellent distraction from the dreaded two week wait.