Noteworthy.

On Tuesday, we got H's preschool letter.

He's in.

One morning a week starting next fall.

I am so glad. Though initially when we registered my thought was if he gets in, he gets in and if he doesn't, he doesn't; over time I began realizing just how much I hoped he'd get in.

To the point of worry when checking the mail box.

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Miss E had a great two month check up yesterday. She weighed in at 11 pounds 7.5 ounces and is 23 inches long.

And she had her first set of shots. She did great, no big deal. She slept the rest of the day away like this.

I didn't realize just how tricky managing both H and E at the doctor would be.

Let's just say that H was sprawled on the floor of the exam room waiting for the doctor. Can there possibly be any more germs anywhere?!?

The doctor tried to help me feel better about it by telling me that lots of kids do that. For whatever reason that made me feel worse.

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I know I've already said it but I love having my dad back in the same time zone. And I love answering the phone and hearing his voice say; "What's for supper?" (He has to decide if he liked what's on the menu before committing to dinner, you know.)

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Finally, last week H was flipping through some sort of parenting magazine and came upon a page with a boy wearing Lightning McQueen rainboots. He asked me if we could buy them, to which I told him that that boy probably didn't wear pull-ups and maybe when he wears underwear all the time we could buy them.

Little did I know that this would send H over the edge of potty training that he's been teetering on, oh, for about a year now.

H threw his pull-ups in the trash (don't worry I saved them!) and has been wearing underwear since.

He had one accident last Wednesday.

All day, naptime and even bedtime now.

So last night we took a trip to Target where H flew over the moon and back getting his Lightning McQueen rainboots.

Though I have always said there will no character shoes in this house, I'm trying to pretend rainboots are different. Right?

It took a little adjusting to get used to walking around in rubber rain boots and running didn't go over so well.

Today we are Lightning McQueen to a T.

We have Lightning McQueen socks, underwear, undershirt and sweatshirt on. Along with the boots, of course.

He is prepared for a flood.

He is so happy.

And we are so proud.