Carter keeps trying to potty train himself. He asks to go potty, and even wore underwear for part of a day. But his mom is not a masochist so potty training will be waiting for a while yet, like until he's 6.
Owen has decided he wants to be a big boy too. Too bad those little things called balance and coordination haven't caught up to him yet. We are going to be in trouble soon though. He's already scooting across the floor and rolling (now in full circles) to get where he wants to go. We now play "where's the baby" quite often, because he gets put down on the floor and then scoots under the table, behind the recliner, in between the entertainment center and the wall, and our favorite so far underneath the lion.