FIFTY

I painted V's nails the other day. It was to help her keep her little fingers out of her mouth, and to distract her from a tantrum. And it was just too cute. She looks at her nails and says, "colors!" 

2014 week fifty

We didn't do much this week, as is documented in our lack of photos.

We got a big box, drilled holes in the side, and now have endless hours of entertainment ready for these two.

This week was full Christmas preparations mode. Cards came in the mail, envelopes addressed and stamped, boxes filled, boxes wrapped, cinnamon sugar almonds munched on all day every day. I had a couple days off this week and really wanted to get out and do different things. On Thursday I woke up feeling not at all hungry and not at all appetized by anything in our home. There is a little diner about a mile from my house that looks like a hole in the wall but the parking lot is always crowded, so I decided we would ride the bike there, have breakfast, and if V was spectacular go to the park on the way home.
I made sure that she had peed and pooped before we left, because even though this is unpleasant to hear about, it is ABSOLUTELY essential. The weather was perfect for a bike ride, but my tires were nearly flat so I was huffing and puffing to pull myself, my bike, the chariot, and V up the road. I thought I would throw up from the exertion once we arrived. It was pathetic.
This gross looking diner on the side of the road was packed at 9am on a Thursday. Packed! And everyone knew each other's names. It was as if I had stumbled through a portal to a quaint Southern small town. I loved it. I got an egg and sausage sandwich on white bread w mayo tomatoes and lettuce.  And it was small town diner perfect. [I may have pretended I was eating at Luke's :) ]
Then I made sure V peed again before we left. And happy and full we went to the park across the way.
V loves the park so much these days. She has no fear and will climb to the tallest slide and scream "Weeeeeee!" all the way down. Repeated 1,000x. We were enjoying the usual slide circuit for 10 minutes before she got panic on her face and whispered "poop."
We had to ride home on the bikes with no change of clothes to the tune of her crying, "poooooooop. poooooooop."
Ah. The Adventures of Toilet Training a Toddler.


But! When we are at home she is 100% in panties all day except nap and bed. And now, other than church, when we leave the house she is in panties. She does fine, but we have to use every store's bathroom at least twice while we're there.


And now we leave for New York for a few days where I'm certain all our hard toilet work will be eradicated. :)