The cutest story of the day is that after we put Lydia to bed tonight, she wet the bed. When Abe went in to her bedroom, she was repeating over and over, with tears streaming down her face, “I wet the bed, but that’s okay. I wet the bed, but that’s okay.” And she was frantically trying to put on a new pair of what she thought were undies (they were actually just Mary’s cotton shorts). “Daddy, can you please help me put these on?” she sniffled. Our hearts became water reservoirs on the spot.
I wish I could take credit for the potty training work that went on in the house today, but I’ll confess that I cheated and went to the farmer’s market, Tony Caputo’s, and the grocery store this morning while Abe dealt with all of the accidents. (To be fair to myself, I have had the girls for three straight days by myself, and the wheels had come off the cart and rolled far, far away.) As I was bringing in the groceries, Lydia peed all over the box of applesauce cartons and then…no more accidents until bed time! I am thankful to God for answering my request for some aid in this process, and I am thankful to Abe for helping me feel sane again.
I also went to stake conference tonight. The stake president counseled us all to keep the commandments, and if we don’t know where to start, just start by trying to be nice people. It was a more inspiring talk than it probably sounds here.
Because I actually had time to cook today, my kitchen is a holy-moly mess that I need to go clean. So here’s the daily picture fest.
