Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Big Girl Jenna
So for about a month now I have been telling Jenna that they just do not make diapers for 3 year olds. Three year olds are supposed to pee and poop in the potty. Turning 3 makes you a big girl and you get to wear big girl underwear. Jenna caught on to this really well and would tell you "I pee and poop in the potty when I 3 in July." Well, that July day came and instead of a fight, she has taken to it with great promise. I wasn't going to push it on her birthday since we were at the water park, but she didn't want to wear a swim diaper, so with that her potty training began!! She did super at the water park - peed in the potty twice. Did great the rest of the day, too. No accidents. The next day, well, it wasn't perfect, but I never thought it would be. She had one major accident and two minor ones (starting peeing but was able to stop herself to get to the potty). Our biggest hurdle was overcome that night, however, when she pooped in the potty. We all clapped and cheered and she had to go and get Daddy and Alex and show them. The pride in her eyes was priceless!! Today, it's going well. One accident but two successes and one long walk dry! I'm glad I waited. I'm glad not to have the battles I had with Alex and all the starts and stops and ok, we will try again in a few weeks. It is the wisdom gained as a seasoned parent and the benefits the second child inherits. And though I was fine with Alex turning 5, it is Jenna growing up, or maybe the combination of both, really, that is tough. As Joe said to them the other night, "What, Alex your riding a bike now and Jenna's peeing in the potty. Don't grow up too fast, now!" Like I have always said, it's just in the blink of an eye.
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Hi Angel, loved your wisdom, I hope the kid's got there b/day parcel, I think the chocolate will be melted, my love to tou all. aunt mary
My Big Girl Jenna. I love her to death, but man she can be a heartbreaker. All I ask is for a hug or a 'smooch' at bedtime, or when I go to work (it's better in the morning, but she is usually still asleep). But I often get, "No, daddy!", like an old pouty Shirley Temple. She can be a grumpy little bird, but I love her for it. Makes my life interesting and when I do see those happy eyes, the brilliant blues shining at me, glowing with acceptance of the daddy, then my heart melts and I am whole again. So her 80% daddy-hatin' ways just elevate the 20% daddy-redemptions to top of the clouds. She is precious to me, as is Alex, and often times, just seeing their faces is enough to save me and validate my time on this earth. When then lay on my belly and chest while watching TV or want to hold my hand when walking..those are the great times that are well..a bonus.
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