Reed is so 3. And such a boy. Sometimes I just want to pull my hair out and other times I just beam at his sweet heart. Today for instance.... we took Clare back to the doctor for her yeast infection- which is actually no longer a yeast infection, but a 'skin irritation'. The doctor suggested I stop using the $57 bottle of butt cream I had to buy her on Monday and use Vaseline instead. Grr!

But back to Reed--- we took Clare to the doctor. He wanted to push the stroller and help entertain Clare while we waited for the doctor. Then we went to Chick-Fil-A to play. He had a blast and when I said it was time to go, he told the boy he'd been playing with- "I have to go now. Thank you for playing with me. I had so much fun. See you next time!" (I was beaming!)

Then to Target- which can often lead to a fit- but Reed held my hand, or pushed the stroller, stayed right by me and was an angel. Praise God!!

So I'm delighted with my angel boy and then when he gets up from naptime, he tells me he doesn't have to go potty. Then he goes into the playroom and pees all over my floor! Ugh!

What can I say? He's 3!!