After Eric started resisting going potty and/or wearing underwear, we decided to table the potty training. He had 4 "accidents" today, all of which required wiping the floor, and couldn't (or didn't care enough to) tell us when he had to go, only when he had gone (uhoh mommy, I piddled). Either way, we feel it would be too much effort to try to force the issue, and it ultimately wouldn't work anyway. Putting the rugs back down tomorrow. I'm glad, actually. I wasn't ready to potty train yet.

For the last month or so, Eric has been having fun experimenting with nonsense words. Sometimes he'll start with a normal word and morph it into fun syllables; other times he'll just invent nonsense words and either assign them to things or just sing-song them.