The 3 P’s

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?”

All I want for Christmas are my two front teeth!

Emma Baby now has two tiny teeth poking through her bottom gum.  I will forever miss her gummy smile and zombie-like wide mouth attacks on my face.  She fevered and was out of sorts the past two days and finally at lunch today she opened her mouth in such a way that I could see two white spots.  She seems aware of the rough new edge because she keeps poking her fingers along the bottom gum line and was giggling when Ellie told her how wonderful it was that she now had some teeth.  Emma, here is a video of you when you were a wee three months old.  I loved that stage, as I do all your stages, but I had somewhat hoped, 3 months would linger into a year and likely even that would be too short.

without a flaw since 1959

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.”

Swedish memories…

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.”