Metal Meredith

Sweeter words have not yet been spoken in this house….

I suppose I should explain myself. We have been giving some preliminary encouragement in the potty training department. This started with the delivery of the hot pink potty that now proudly sits in the bathroom. It then moved on to using the “terminology” that would be easiest for a 2 year old to grasp (poo poo, pee pee, potty). Then, repeating it over and over and over and over and over and over, at every diaper change, each hint of a not-so-lovely fragrance wafting from the bottom, and every trip into the bathroom. Let us not forget the accompaniment to the toilet waving and saying “good-bye pee pee” after every one of my own trips into the bathroom.

Today, around 10am, I walk into my living room to find a diapered Vivienne squatting on the floor. She looks up at me, grabs her diaper and says “poo poo”. In this instant, you are either a mom or not, because I gasped, giggled, hugged her and immediately called Phil. We both giggled some more and then I changed her diaper. I mean, she can certainly wait a few minutes for me to brag on her, right?

On a “more exciting to everyone else” note, we had a realtor stop by and take a look at our humble cottage. If all goes well, and Phil can hack it, we might be moving sooner than anticipated. We are constantly on the lookout for new houses and will be starting the process to get ours ready. If, or maybe when, it’s all done, Phil will decide if we have to wait a year or go ahead and take the plunge now. If he ever questioned my faith in his business, he has an answer now.

It’s been a long week with Vivienne having a little cold and lovingly sharing it now with me. She has been a bear all week. I am sure that most of you don’t believe me, but she is lucky she is so cute. There were a few times she almost became our “outdoor child”. If you can do it to a cat, then it might work with a kid. At least, it’s what I tell myself to stay sane. All you relatives who complain that you don’t see her enough, it appears that we are quickly approaching the 2 year old “time to stay at the Grandparent’s” period. We shall see. The consensus of the new moms and dads appears to be that the terrible 2’s start with 2 year molars and end with college.

Now, someone tell me why I would consider another?

Have a great week and “beware the Ides of March”.

Meredith and “da Gang”