Wow, so I had not noticed that I haven't made a post in over a month. I know its been a while... I think about the blog all the time, I've just been very uninspired lately. The kids are slowing down developmentally. That sounds bad. I'm not saying my kids are slow, they just get to an age when the new stuff starts to be few and far between.
And we've been doing some projects around the house that aren't that exciting...finishing up some hallway painting, trying to get the main bath a little more our speed (wall sconces with lamp shades are not really our thing), and trying to clean out the basement for a full demo job in the coming months. I have one furniture paint project I am almost finished with and will post that soon.
So in the meantime, I've just been flat out lazy. I've been promising an update on the potty training with Lillian. I don't think I posted about it since she's started wearing pants. Yes, after a full month of completely commando, we kind of forced the issue a little - but pretty much on her terms. We did something we really didn't want to do, but it was the only way to get her to cover herself so we were not on house arrest anymore.
Oh, the dreaded pull-up. I still believe they are glorified diapers. And a lot of kids treat them as such. However, I started to get the feeling that my little girl is filled to the brim with integrity and is very intent on not making a mistake. She resisted even the pull-ups at first, so we had to hold her on our laps in order to get her to wear one for half an hour. After about 2 days of this, she finally trusted herself and how the process works. Since then she's been in them with only 2 accidents, one in which she stopped herself, told me about it, and ran to the potty to finish. The other was today, and a full blown accident as we were playing in the basement. But three months of training and two accidents?? I'll take it.
But like with every process, it is just that - a process. One we have not neared the end of yet. She displays a fear of the regular toilet, and she does not go all day at school. I kind of have myself to blame here. When I think back on my early school memories, I am pretty sure I held it all day and was scared of the big toilets. And about two months ago, in the midst of the early situation and Lilli's fear of messing up in her pretty new Dora panties, I was venting to my high school friends. They all know me all too well and one said "I have to say, I see a little bit of you in this." I never wore Dora panties and was potty trained when she met me, so I'm pretty sure what she was telling me was that I am a crazy perfectionist and my own very, very worst critic. And like a lot of us, I don't want to fail at anything. The sad thing for me is, my three year old daughter has clearly inherited this from me and learned even more by example. I don't want my kids to ever be afraid to try anything, muchless be scared of it from the get go for fear of failure. I can only hope I also pass along a good trait, such as my dry, biting humor.
So to pay homage to my daughter, her perfect little self, and her
emerging fashion sense since the onset of the pull-up wearing, I have 6
wonderful photos of the outfits she puts together all on her own.
Enjoy!
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| Jeggings, favorite T, comfy shoes and just a touch of "pop" color under the animal print shoe. |
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| Quite a well pulled together look. Getting the hang of matching colors. |
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| Or maybe not...Can't blame a girl for trying something risky and having it not quite work. |
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| Risking two patterns here, but I think it kind of works, especially with the purple striped socks and purple sandals. |
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| A girl after my own heart, putting two things together that were not actually purchased together. And the glasses are genius. As is the favorite accessory. If only we could all have a Ducky to carry with us. |
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| First day of school and spot on. My only fear: Are all my school pictures of her going to have the Chandler Bing smile??! |
A lot of people might think I am harsh for making an example of my little one here. But I love her dearly and this is all purely out of my absolute amazement regarding who she is and who she is becoming. I am enthralled, tickled, and infuriated by her every single day. I love you Little Girl!
