Atticus has now gone two days in a row without accidents! Took us about a month of potty training to get here, but works for me. He's still wearing diapers during naps and night time. I figure he should master wakeful potty use before being tasked with that. I love how he boasts, "I pee in there!" and "I poop in there!" He's just begun to want some privacy occasionally, especially if he's pooping. It's funny since not long ago, he demanded that I sit there next to him the whole time. I rewarded him last night with a train tattoo on his arm. Tonight he got one on his leg. Now I'm out of tattoos. Better stock up if this keeps up.

Several times now, Atticus has decided on his own that he needs a time out. He puts himself there sort of happily. If he walks away before I dismiss him and so I have to put him back, he cries. But afterwards, we hug, and he is agreeable and cooperative.

He still loves "Pumped Up Kicks," and kicks his legs and pumps his fists every time we listen to it.

We're working together on learning Spanish. So far, Atticus seems to have the Spanish words for dog and cat down. He's used a few other Spanish words too, but I'm not sure they've stuck. Meanwhile, I have learned a whole slew of Spanish words.

To really confuse him, I plan on studying French with him too. See, I can't decide which language to work on. I know French better than Spanish, so that seems more reasonable, but then again, Spanish is more practical. So we'll dabble in both. Maybe focus more on Spanish now, French later. I don't know. He does enjoy the French potty story Jean sent him a while back. I realize that I alone am not going to make him fluent in either, but I figure something is better than nothing.

Oh, and once again, I feel like he's going through some kind of mental growth spurt. His face is so freaking expressive now, it's creepy sometimes. He can make a terrible, evil child face. And he's always using those eyebrows.
He's been singing more too--starting to pick up song lyrics more easily.