Around noon, we had a scare when a bee stung Logan's lower back from inside his Avengers undies. Three years ago, he broke out in hives from 3 wasp stings, but that reaction never developed today, thank goodness (I'm surprised we haven't had more stings, as our place is lousy with bees this summer!). He did great with training, except for 1 big accident when I was preoccupied with fixing screens in the shed. Tonight he even knocked on his door after bedtime to let us know he needed to come out and potty; he kept his pull-up dry! On his Big Wheel, we got up to about 8 minutes of me pushing him, and his toes kept a vice-like grip on the modified pedals (wood blocks taped on so he can reach); it's another interactive thing for us, since I won't push until he complies with my mand of "feet up." He and Audrey love riding the tire swing in tandem, but I got strong eye contact alone with him on it, and he started saying "ready" along with me when I'm saying, "Ready? Go!" as I release the tire. All the time I've been able to spend with Logan this summer makes me feel I'm catching up on those missing years when our little boy was lost to us; there was just a whole phase of his toddler years when he seemed unaware that we existed. Now he takes me by the hand and leads me to the pool so we can have horseplay, or he climbs up, wraps his arms around me and pats my back. I wonder if this is how Abraham felt when God gave him back his only son?
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