Moses is 2.5 and Blueberry Escapes

Moses turned 2 and a half years old a few days ago while we were on vacation at the lake. When we asked him what he wanted for his half-birthday, he told us he wanted a candle and to have everyone sing to him. Since the actual celebration took place when we got home on my half birthday, Moses insisted that we light the candle for Mommy and have everyone sing to me, too. Caleb and Joshua hated this sort of attention when they were about Moses' age. I still remember Caleb running out of the room in terror when we started singing to him on his 3rd birthday. It's really funny to see how different these kids are.

Yesterday our big 2.5-year-old decided that he was going to start peeing in the potty without anyone's help. Moses took off his pants and underwear, lifted the toilet seat, peed, flushed, and washed his hands all by himself, not telling me what he'd done until after the fact. In effect, he is even more independent than his big brothers, who still insist that the bathrooms in our house are "scary" and always want to be escorted when doing their business. The only thing Moses needed help with was putting his underwear and shorts back on, but considering how much he likes being naked, he probably had little motivation to do so.

While on this topic, I might as well mention that Caleb is finally staying dry through the night. He went about 2-3 weeks without peeing in his Underjams, waking up to pee in the middle of the night a couple times. So he's been wearing underwear to bed ever since we got home from the lake, finally joining his twin brother who's been night-trained for well over a year now. As for Moses, even though he was waking to pee for a while, I decided to just put him in a diaper at bedtime so that I could get a good night's sleep. Hopefully he'll be able to re-learn to wake up when he has to pee when he's a little older and his bladder is a little bigger.

In other news, it looks like we've got an escape artist on our hands. Joe woke me up this morning to tell me that Blueberry, the white bunny, was outside on the sidewalk in front of our house! I decided to move the bunnies out onto the deck last night to put an end to the havoc they were wreaking on the porch. The astro turf carpet (which was honestly kind of gross to begin with) is now stained beyond repair, and in the past week or so, the bunnies have started gnawing away at the wood beams supporting the porch, as well as the door frames. Anyway, Blueberry must have jumped off the deck onto the ground, at least 8 or 9 feet below. He seems fine, and I am honestly amazed that he survived such a long fall. He started thumping angrily when I caught him and put him back on the porch. Thankfully, Cocoa had enough sense to stay on the porch, especially since it would have been much more difficult to spot a brown rabbit in the wild than a white one. While I'm tempted to lock them in the cage at night from now on for their own safety, part of me thinks that we should let the bunnies abide by the New Hampshire state motto, "live free or die".