First, let me start by saying that I made the best cheesecake in the history of cheesecakes this past weekend. I've brought a little slice to work in my lunch each day, and each day I have eaten the cheesecake first. It is impossible NOT to eat the cheesecake first. Why? Because it is the best cheesecake in the history of cheesecakes. Also, there are some perks to adulthood. Thank you, Cook's Illustrated and America's Test Kitchen. I * heart * you.
Second, let me tell you about the little girl living in my house. She does not like to be called a Big Girl, because--silly--mommy and daddy are big and she is just little. She has a point. She doesn't realize, though, that she is so much bigger than she was even a year ago, or a month ago, that is is hard not to call her a big girl.
In that "big girl" vein, the time has come to potty train. Like, for realsies. We've danced around the issue and suggested the issue and tried to make the idea enticing, but now the gloves must come off and we must all get down to the business of peeing in the toilet. I think we may have missed a crucial window of old enough to know when she needs to pee but young enough to be less stubborn. Sigh. I remember the toils my parents went through with my half-sister and I hope Evelyn isn't that difficult. But she is a lot like Emma (my sis), so fingers crossed this whole refusal to use a toilet isn't genetic!
Along with using the toilet comes getting off the bottle. Yes! Throw stones at me! I still give my 2-1/2 year old a bottle! Because she is just a little itty bitty baby, and it makes me happy to make her happy. We have a funny little game where she asks for a bottle and then I ask, "A bottle of monkeys? A bottle of sandwiches?" No! A bottle of milk! And much laughter ensues. She has a bottle and we snuggle on the couch and now that I write that down I realize that Evelyn IS just a little baby and holy cow time goes by so fast. Yesterday she and her Grandma Lew witnessed a car crash into a building near the donut shop where they were getting a snack and Evelyn said, "That's dangerous." I mean, seriously, so big.
Also, when I wake up, she asks "how did you sleep, mommy?"
Man, I love that kid. Also the cheesecake. In that order.
1 comment:
where does Jon fit in on that ranking? I'm just sayin'. I have sort of thought about potty training peter and he has his potty seat in the bathroom (he calls it "mine own potty") but i was so traumatized by potty training grace that i don't even really want to think about it...except I'd rather not have 2 kids in diapers again. he turns 3 in june so I think we'll try a big push then. good luck, though, you may want to stock up on diet coke just to get you through.
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