27 Jan The Corbster
Aunt Abby made Corban this cardboard stove for Christmas.
Cut, paint, complete with old cds for burners!
They were supposed to put their arms around each other for a picture.
Rapping seemed like more fun.
Corban wanted to ride; Aiden wanted to walk.
It’s a give-give relationship.
Corban loves his new-to-him parking garage.
Although I wish it were a bit sturdier.
I will say that when I played it out, it never fell apart.
Two toddling boys.
One giant living room.
One thousand toys.
One big mess.
The big news of the new year is that Corban is (almost) potty-trained!
I’d be a little more excited about it, but he regressed this weekend.
I stopped giving him a treat every time he went, and now he doesn’t get treats at all.
Well, not food treats.
Instead he gets hugs and butterfly kisses and special stories and banjo time.
He’s talking all.the.time.
“I stubbed my toe, Mommy.”
“I hold the rail, Mommy.”
“I yuv Daddy, Mommy.”
He keeps our life…full.
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