Priceless


Poo-poos in the diaper: One thousand two hundred ninety-seven
Poo-poos that escaped the diaper: Thirty-eight
Poo-poo trails along the floor: Eleven
Poo-poos in the tub: Six
Poo-poos extracted with the help of a very disgruntled Da Da: Two
First Poo-poo in the potty: Priceless

Yes, we had our first poo-poo in the potty the other day. So far it’s been an isolated event, but there is light at the end of the tunnel! We know she’s getting ready for potty training because all of her current poo-poos are done in the privacy of the kitchen pantry behind the door and in front of the spice rack. You just can’t buy that kind of added flavoring in stores.

Forget potty poo-poos for a moment, I had another moment of enormous pride this weekend. Ayden‘s an energetic little boy. He’s a bit bigger than Amelia and always going at full speed. As two year olds are apt to do, he decided that he’d give Amelia a big shove and push her over….not my little girl, she stood strong and Ayden fell backwards on his kiester! I’ve got to look into that rugby league.

Amelia’s getting more and more talkative each day. Where does she come up with all these words? She’s a non-stop chatterbox. She’s really starting to put words together these days and her favorite is just to spew out some numbers or letters. She likes to count to 15 or so, but she always skips 4 (must be unlucky or something). Sometimes she’ll stop after 10 and then comes “moon”, 1-2-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-moon. There are no numbers after moon.

“Amelia” must be a hard word to say. While she can spell it (well most of the time she skips the “el”, unlucky), she can’t seem to say it. Instead she just calls herself “you”. Makes sense in a toddler sort of way.

Amelia is definitely on the verge of the “terrible twos”. She’s got a stubborn streak that rivals both of her parents and she never forgets something she wants. Particularly donuts it seems. In Amelia’s entire life, we’ve maybe brought Dunkin Donuts home four times, but no sooner did I get the box of office left overs out of the car yesterday did she start with “do-nuts, eat, you, mmmm do-nuts”. We can’t complain though, she’s still sweet as can be and she knows when she’s done wrong.

She’s discovered routine. Things have to be done in a particular order. Take putting her PJs on for instance. First comes the pants. That is, unless she puts her pants on her head. In that case, the shirt should go on first followed by the pants. Thou shall not deviate. She’s also become attached to one particular blanket, the venerable “yey yo memies” (“yey yo” = yellow, “memies” = blanket…where that comes from, I don’t know). The yey yo memies is technically cream, but it is not to be confused with the white memies; it shall be available at all times.

Our little girl has joined Beth in the ranks of TV stars. Amelia was featured in the local Gymboree commercial. We have it on DVR, I’ll try to get it up her soon. She starred in the exciting role “kiss Gymbo the Clown” and was featured as the grand finale. I expect the royalties to put her through college.

Trucks of any kind are all the rage right now. Every time we see a truck is cause for much excitement. “Big truck, orange”, “Big truck, white”, “Big truck, yey yo”. Construction equipment is especially exciting. Get ready Great-Grandpa, this little girl is eagerly awaiting her first backhoe ride.

The time for number two is drawing near. It’s looking like they’re going to induce Beth on Friday July 27th…yes, that is next Friday, yikes! We “think” we’re ready, but we’re probably just deluding ourselves. Amelia seems to be ready though, she’s eagerly pointing on the baby’s car seat, the baby’s room and constantly wanting to read her books about being the big sister.

This is probably the last blog post until we enter utter chaos. Until number two, I bid you adieu.

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