Of course, as soon as Chris left town (actually, Chris was working a convention for two days before he left town, so we haven't seen him since Wed. morning), Atticus cried all morning at daycare, so I had to pick him up at 10ish on Friday. He didn't seem ill, just a little clingy, so after playing trains at home and taking a nap, we went for gelato. He barely touched the blackberry sorbet he chose for himself and went for my pistachio instead.

Saturday morning Atticus peed in his potty for the first time! Here's the extended story. Friday night he peed in the bath tub, and I told him that that's what I've been trying to get him to do in the potty. It seemed like something clicked for him at that moment. In the morning, he pointed to his diaper and said he had an ouwie. I went to change him and discovered he was dry, so I asked him if he wanted to try to use the potty. He did, so I put him on it and started to take off to do something in the kitchen, but almost immediately he called to me that he did it. He proudly helped me dispose of it in the toilet and flush. We marked the occasion with an Elmo sticker on his potty chart. Then he watched his Elmo potty time DVD.

We had breakfast at Cup Cafe, and I treated Atticus to a rare orange juice. We sat outside where we had a nice view of the railroad tracks, which were very busy lucky for him.

 We saw an Amtrack train in addition to all the cargo trains. Atticus wanted to get on it.  We ran into our friends Heather, Truman, and Ward, which I somehow neglected to photograph. We went back and forth across the bridge, up and down the elevator to the water sculptures, etc. After they took off, we did more of the same.

Then we shared a chocolate macaroon, and I had an idea that perhaps we should take off for Bisbee during his naptime and stay the night. It would be a tad cooler at least. And so we did. We booked a room at the Copper City Inn, which Chris and I stayed at before. We drove through rain on the way there. (I hope the monsoon is coming to Tucson too.)



Turns out it was Gay Pride weekend in Bisbee, so there was lots going on: vendors everywhere and an art car parade. Atticus was most interested in the old mining train in front of the mining museum. And it turns out he's a big fan of olive oil. Who knew? We sampled several olive oils, and he wasn't content just to dip bread in them; he wanted to drink them straight from the cup. We bought some basil (boring perhaps, but practical) olive oil to take home.

 Here's our room.

 Our balcony.

After such a long day, it was foolish of me to try to take him to the nicest restaurant in town to have a four-course dinner. He wasn't bad bad, but he was very fidgety, so by the time we got to the sorbet  (which he quite enjoyed as you can see), I asked the waitress just to wrap our entree so we could take it back to our room. We ate it on our balcony. It was still delicious, and he tried and liked all of it--fish, crab cakes, lobster ravioli, broccoli, and zucchini. Oh, and another thing I was surprised to find out he likes: olives. He's been quite happy to try new foods these last few days, including foods he previously rejected such as zucchini; and then he congratulates himself for eating it and liking it.

All of our photographs seem to involve food. Here's breakfast: blueberry yogurt muffin and carrot/apple/beet/ginger/celery juice, which he also loved. And to think the woman at the juice bar recommended a plain apple juice for him. Note: if I hadn't acknowledged it already, Atticus is very good at sharing. He loves to share food and drinks with me, and in fact insists upon it a lot of the time. We had to take turns drinking this juice. My favorite meals with him are when we have one big plate that we both eat from.

We went back to the mining train, and he did lots of climbing. Bisbee was not nearly as cool as I'd hoped though, and nothing was opening until 10 or 11, so we packed up and left and stopped at Tombstone.

 Atticus threw and kicked his basketball all over the place and watched the horses and buggies.

We took a tour of Tombstone on a buggy. The driver/tour guide's voice was projected so loudly inside the buggy, it was uncomfortable, but Atticus didn't mind as long as those horses kept moving.