My girls are officially little people. One of them (Abby) has been regularly using the potty of late, and it truly is one of the most fascinating transformations I’ve ever seen. It’s happening so quickly, I honestly didn’t imagine it going like this. A week ago yesterday Abby peed on the potty for the first time. Yesterday she did it three times, and that’s been the average for a few days now. Unbelievable. They can seem so young and immature sometimes (i.e. the whining, crying, temper tantrums, etc.) that I find it hard to reconcile that with the sudden ability to control one’s bladder. At the tender age of 27 months.
Now I know we’ll have setbacks. I know this isn’t it, we’re a long way off from being completely potty trained and self sufficient. But clearly she’s making strides and I’m so impressed.
Wouldn’t it be nice if her sister had any interest in using the potty?
I suppose that would be entirely too easy–to get two for the price of one. Oh well, we can’t have it all, can we?
In other news…
Favorite things to say/do:
Count in Spanish and English (thank you, Dora the Explorer). say, “Thank you, Mommy,” when I serve up some delectable chicken nuggets from Costco. Yell “NO NO, Mons Mons,” when Monster (our miniature Poodle) attempts to snag some of said chicken nuggets during meal time. Sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” over and over, but forget the other verses. Come to me every 2 minutes with a “boo boo” and the command for me to “kiss it.” Abby routinely comes to me and says, “Mommy, Izzy MEAN.” And what do you want me to do about it, exactly? Izzy insists upon wearing a jacket all day every day despite the fact that spring is approaching. She is also quite adept at sneaking off quietly, and I’ll find her only too late–after she’s closed herself in the bathroom and begins a torrid love affair with her KanDoo foaming hand soap. It’s everywhere–in her hair, on her shirt, up her nose. And she proudly proclaims, “Sote (soap), Mommy! Clean! Rub, rub rub!” And to my horror, I hear my own words and instructions coming out of my daughter’s mouth, but having been horribly misinterpreted. I try to explain that we only soap up everywhere when we’re in the tub, and we just wash hands during the day before meals, after potty, etc.
Ah, the mind of a two-year-old. Oh how I long to comprehend thee!