We are now the proud household of one potty-trained kid. It has been months in the making but something clicked for Ellie at the Science Centre last week when she had a “stinky” while hanging out with some “big kids” who were on a school trip. Since then, we have patiently watched her sit long periods on her little potty, chatting away, until she discovered that familiar tingly feeling. Now she giggles in delight every time she is successful. She enjoys tossing the contents down the toilet while flushing it away with a friendly, “bye.” Along with the potty training were the lessons in privacy. She is learning that a closed door means someone needs privacy. The most memorable lesson, for all of us, was this past summer when Grandpa had gone into the washroom for a shower and was getting dressed for the day. However, the old wooden door at the farm has slight cracks along it so that at a certain height it does not allow one privacy. Ellie was quick to discover this minor flaw when she pressed her nose to the door and announced that she could see one obvious thing on Grandpa that also starts with the letter P; and after all these months, she still needs to understand exactly what privacy means because when Emma and I knocked on her bedroom door this morning, she opened it by saying, “Hi! I’m having privacy. Wanna come see?”
I usually give the girls their bath in the morning because it works better for our current routine. Ellie was happy for a lengthy warm bath with Emma after we had skipped a local drop-in because we’re congested and coughing. She lasts much longer in the water than her little sister because she likes to play with her toys. Today she was playing with her Barbie when I heard: “Listen, Barbie, you’re all washed up.”
We were so fortunate to have my dear friend, Tina stay with us from Feb 7, to March 7, 2012. Tina flew in from Sweden to visit 2 weeks before Emma’s birth and what a blessing this visit was for our little family. Ellie fell for Tina immediately and let her stay the month in her room while she returned to the “baby bed,” her former crib, now in the nursery waiting for Emma. Every morning, Ellie would wake Tina up in the early hours by saying, “Tina, I’m here now,” and then crawl in bed with her for a bottle and snuggle. On one morning, Tina remembers Ellie holding her happy-faced doll, Myrtle (now Pop), and explaining that Myrtle was very sad. Tina replied, “She’s happy. Look at the smile on her face.” Ellie looked from Tina to Myrtle and gave the doll a solid smack before saying, “Well, now she’s sad.”
We try to give Ellie milk in a bottle twice a day at most and this has been scheduled – determined by her – after breakfast and at 4:30 snack. The rest of the day her bottle contains water or a slight mix of water and juice. Her bottle – “Bubba” – is her best friend and she is always happier and easier to deal with when she has a bottle in hand. So, now that she is approaching 3 and new baby is now an older baby, we are encouraging Ellie to forgo the bottle for a sippy cup or even a plain cup. Obviously, if you can see where this is going, Matt and I use the bottle as a bribe such as: if you get in the car you will get a bubba, if you eat all your dinner you can have a bubba, if you get in the stroller now you can have a bubba. It works well, especially if we throw the word “Milky” in front of bubba. To be clear, we were asked by both her doctor and dentist to limit the milk, especially around sleep times, and to get rid of the bottle entirely as she is “too old for it.” Matt and I try to be on track with this and agree with the doctors. However, Ellie’s agenda is a little different and here’s how it played out:
Ellie whispered in my ear, “Can you get me a secret milky?”
Me: “A secret milky? Let me guess who gives you those?”
Ellie: “But you can’t get mad cause they’re secret. Just Grandpa Terry gives them to me but you can too, Mommy.”
We were at Ellie’s favourite drop-in yesterday and she was as busy as a butterfly with all the kids and adults. She knows everyone and through her so do I. She told me her favourite toy there, currently, is the doll house which she was very taken with yesterday. While Emma sat in her 360 exersaucer, or circle of neglect as my Mom friends love to refer to it, I actually had a moment to myself. So what is a Mom to do at a drop -in with a coffee in hand? Well, text, obviously! So, here I am being as social as possible with people I rarely see anymore when Ellie starts talking to me. I give her the usual, nod and “yes,” “uh-huh,” until she surprises me by pulling the phone out of my hand and placing it in my bag on the floor. She says plainly, “Do not do that while I am talking to you.” Too true!
When I finished reading several bedtime stories to Elizabeth, Matt came in her room to say, “Good night.” She asked him to lay down next to her and gave him one of the books. I said, “You’re asking Dadda to read a book I just read to you?” She looked at me and said, “Well, you had your turn.”
More words to remember:
Elizabeth: “We’re going to play a game. I’m the King, Mommy, you are the Queen and Emma, you are the Piggie.”
Emma is now close to 7 months. I squeeze her baby legs, press my cheek tight to her baby cheeck, eat her baby toes and kiss the palm of her hand each and many times a day. At night I look at her and think, “be a baby again tomorrow, Emma.” She is such a darling and so anxious to keep up with her big sister. Ellie is the only one who makes Emma giggle to the core of her baby tummy. I love the way she watches, Elizabeth; with stars glowing in her eyes and two fists pressed to her wide-smiled face; Ellie dances, skips, hops, jumps and sings for her baby sister. “Emma Baby,” she laughs. Emma’s chubby legs kick away wanting to be play by her side. It will be a wonderful day when she does but for now please just be a beautiful baby, Emma.
Elizabeth put this hat on Emma’s head which gave me such a laugh when I walked in the room.