Holiday Highs and Lows

It was an interesting Independence Day weekend. We shivered through the picnic on the patio, huddled in our sweatshirts, and then retired to the kitchen to sip hot chocolate. It was fourteen different levels of wrong. And you know what's even more wrong? The fact that some Facebook friends in Alaska informed me of ninety degree temps for their holiday celebration. I don't think we topped sixty here. Yes, I'm dead serious. Talk about a major global warming fail.

Despite the fireworks, the highlight of my weekend was the fact that Micah had some awesome potty training moments. For the first time ever, he went potty on command. All of these moments happened outside, but I'm good with my boy dropping his drawers in the driveway if that's what it takes. Let freedom ring.

And on an unrelated note, Micah will not be attending Extended School Year. A horrid turn of events has turned the tide in his favor. His poor burned toes do not allow him to wear shoes, and schools have that shoes-on policy that prevents him from attending. He will be happily barefoot for the next week or so until the healing is complete. We are the worst parents ever.