Playing fetch with the doggies,

Kicking the ball around,

or just resting in the grass, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face -

it was a great weekend to be outside.

It’s no secret that I absolutely love the beautifully matured trees in our yard.

Even this time of year, when it requires a weekend’s worth of work to rake up the colorful carpet of leaves they have dropped, it’s fun to take time to romp through and then rest on the pillowy piles that dot the lawn.

I wasn’t overly optimistic that her pottying on the big girl potty was  going to become a daily occurrence.

There was no potty on the potty yesterday.

Although Kendal was still not old enough to really “get it,” we did celebrate Halloween by going trick-or-treating to a few places: Mommy’s work, Great-Grandma DeeDee’s, and Terri’s.

She tolerated her kitten-eared hood better than I though she would and actually left it on so people could identify what exactly she was, since her pawed mittten hands didn’t work out so well (she wouldn’t keep them on) nor did the face-paint nose and whiskers. On the trial run she smeared it all over so it looked more like the face of a chimney sweep than a kitty.

When I saw the missed call and voicemail from Terri this morning, I assumed she was calling to tell me that Kendal’s runny, congested nose had developed into a feverish illness and I would need to come and pick her up. But NOPE, that was not the case. She actually called to tell me that Kendal went potty on the toilet, A LOT! Terri has introduced her to the idea of potty-training over the course of the last month by occasionally sitting her on the potty to see what she would do. There has only been one instance where the tiniest bit trickled out, which neither one of them noticed at the time, but today she went a lot, and she noticed what was happening, and she cheered.