Why do children grow so quickly? Claire now laughs and grabs and rolls and scoots, and only a few months ago [a very few short months!] she was a limp little bean in my arms. Each minute holding my girls is bittersweet: another moment gone! I want them to grow up; I do. But I can't imagine it being as wonderful as having a baby in my arms.
Enough. No weeping allowed.
Have I mentioned how funny Grace is? Have I mentioned how impressionable she is? Here is reason number 387 for not having a TV: Grace has an amazing memory. On the rare occasion that she gets to stay up to watch one of mommy and daddy's Netflix movies, she seems to remember the most unfortunate parts. Last Friday at the zoo, while holding the hands of two little friends, she repeated a very regrettable four-letter word. She didn't use it in the correct context. It was so out of place, in fact, that I wondered whether she'd said it at all, but given her little friends on either side (and my friends surrounding me), I thought it best to discipline her on the spot. I was embarrassed. Which is why Grace is no longer allowed to watch mommy-daddy movies or "The Incredibles" anymore. (Am I the only one that didn't realize that commandment numero tres is repeatedly broken in that movie?) Anyway.
Also. Does anyone here have any brilliant ideas for potty-training? I think I missed my window of opportunity with Grace. Since that missed opportunity, I have tried "potty training in a day," the naked method (which has been fun in the winter... just kidding), and shameless bribery. I have several gifts sitting on her shelf in her bedroom waiting to be played with until she sits on the potty. Every once in a while, she'll tearily beg to play with those toys until I remind her, "Not until you sit on the potty!" At which point she will tearlessly say, "Oh," and drop the subject. I am at a loss.