The Chocolate and The Cheese

Potty training is an exercise of patience, control and humor on the part of the child, the parents and any other innocent bystander that gets caught in the way.  Luckily for us the Little Lady has done quite well for a wee person of her age.  We try to minimize and downplay accidents and have the mantra, " Pee and poop go in the potty.  Pee and poop go in the potty. "  (Imagine us swaying back and forth while clapping our hands.  Oh, the kinds of adults our kids reduce us to.) So the other week a friend of ours came to stay with us and accidentally got some paint on her arm as she was helping me paint our back porch.  The LL was quite concerned and asked if she had an accident and if she was ok and if she needed a bandaid or a kiss to make it feel better.  Our friend replied, no, she was fine and then asked if the LL ever had accidents. "Yes, I have accidents.  I pee myself." Spoken in a kind of sad, matter of fact voice.  Like...

Apparently getting your house ready to put on the market it time consuming and stressful.  Who knew?  The last two weeks of afternoons have been spent tidying, cleaning, organizing and then reorganizing.  The house was looking in tip-top shape; and then we had house guests.  I'm hoping to return it to it's former glory in the next twenty-four hours.  Wish me luck. I thought I would start a new little series I'm calling, "Tales of a Two Year Old" in which I highlight the hilarious, ridiculous and often adorable/infuriating aspects of the Little Lady.  We'll start off with this amusing little story. Up until this week we could not, for the life of us, get the LL to count past the number three.  It was always one, two, three, two ...  Then all of a sudden it was one, two, three, four, five, six, seven !  Huzzah!  What I say does sink into that cute little head of hers!  So the Mr. still hadn't heard this new found skill, so I was ...