|Two and a half big girls|
She talks. Constantly. About absolutely everything. She hams it up like it's her job. She likes pretending to be scared of things, although I'm pretty sure she doesn't understand the concept of fear. She loves telling jokes, but her jokes are about as sensical as an episode of Spongebob. They're cobbled together from other "jokes" she's heard her sisters tell, but he delivery is spot on. My favorite?
"Don't cry, it's just a joke!"
When her sisters are at school, she vaccilates between asking over and over again when we can go get them, "Is it time to pick up my sisters?" to DOMINATING television viewing. (Pocoyo is her favorite.)
But as brilliant and verbal as she is, I admit I am not even close to keeping up with my own expectations for her when it comes to one critical area.
Potty training RH has been a COMPLETELY different experience than potty training my twins.
This is my fault. Entirely my fault. The fact is that my house is ten times messier than it ever was when I had only two kids to keep up with, so I'm nervous about having RH run around pants-free. That's what worked for the twins, but...
So we've been trying something different. Mainly, not potty training.
We talk about the potty a lot. And our conversations tend to go like this:
"RH? Do you want to sit on the potty?"
"I don't want to."
"Because I'm drawing."
"Well let's stop drawing and sit on the potty."
"No thanks, I want to watch minions."
"How about we watch minions after using the potty?"
It's frustrating, because all of us, RH included, know she CAN if she wants to.
She just doesn't want to, and I'm too frazzled to push the issue.
But it does mean that the constant awareness of potty processes is yielding some interesting and entertaining results.
My personal favorite?
RH has started announcing that she's soiled herself in song. Rather than say, "I pooed!" she's decided on the perfect soundtrack for dropping a load in her diaper.
All about it.
And for those of you keeping track- you'll note RH is representing four giant parenting "nevers" I ascribed to pre-kids. She is wearing pink. She is wearing pictures of licensed Disney characters. She's holding a plastic piece of crap toy that is ALSO a licensed Disney character. And she's singing a pop song.
If I'd seen this six years ago, I might have slapped myself.