It’s the same old thing every day around here with Oliver.
There’s just nothing better than digging in a pile of dirt. With your shirt over your knees, apparently.
And when he gets bored of the dirt pile, he just moves to the gravel under the deck.
And then, several times a day, it’s time for him to come in and admire his dirty little self and then have a little bath in the sink.
And then it’s nap time, where he often falls asleep looking at a favorite book.
Wake up, and repeat.
Did you notice? Oliver is potty trained! I was really dreading this task, but Oliver proved to be a genius, and training was a cinch. I could not be more thrilled.