holy CRAP!

it all started so innocently. i went into b's room this morning when she woke up, pulled up the shades and said - hey bridgie, its a great day today. and she shouted "POTTY DAY!"

huh? i was over this but, whatever.

i ask her if she wants to use the potty and she says no. ok, that's what i thought. so we go downstairs, have breakfast and i change her diaper. i decided to just put sweatpants on her and i don't say a word about the potty. we go about our day and she "tinkles" four times before lunch. FOUR times. on her own.

so i start to wonder about poop. i'm not going to mention it because i am hip to her jive now, i'm just wondering.

lunch is over and i let her run around a bit instead of going straight in for her nap. and i see her. sitting there. either going or trying to. periodically peering between her legs to see if there's any action down there. she finishes, jumps up and turns around to invevstigate.

"MOMMY! POOP IN POTTY!

so we go crazy and scream and jump around about the poop in the potty. then she turns around and puts her hands on each side of the mini seat and practically puts her head in the bowl to examine the poop. i think she was as shocked as i was to see it there.

next she carries the potty to the toilet - which she has INSISTED on doing all day long. as part of her terms, she must be the one to dump her products into the real potty. and off it goes with a flick of the wrist and a bye bye!

at least we know who's the boss around here.