Tractors are a huge part of our lives.
A new tractor bribe was how I got Henry to poop in the potty for the first time.
Now he realizes that he has power and is trying to bargain another tractor for continued potty-pooping. I have resisted so we haven't had a second pooping in the potty.

Elliot!

Henry's big boy bed. His first night in it, he got a stomach bug and threw up at 3 a.m. (It's all good- I want to make sure those sheets got washed again.)

Last night, I was lying beside him telling him a story and he asked, "Mommy, could I rub your back?" Sure, I replied. And he commenced rubbing my back and singing the ABC's to me like I do to him every night.