Breanna, meet the potty!

Yesterday was a momentous occasion in our household!  For maybe a month now, whenever I caught Breanna "working on something" I would ask if she wanted to go in the potty, but she always said no.  Two days ago, she said yes, so we ran to the potty, where nothing happened.  We did it three times that day with no result, but hey, she was enjoying it.

Then yesterday, Daddy took her one time with no result, and then about 6:30 in the evening, I heard the grunt.  We ran to the potty and just when she sat down, she did business of both varieties.  We had an ice cream party afterwards to celebrate.  The results have not been repeated yet, but we're enjoying singing on the potty and we're really enjoying washing hands afterwards, to the point of almost having a tantrum when I turn off the water.  Oh well, you can't win them all.

The funniest part of all this is that Tuesday, as we sat for oh, so very long on the potty, she asked me to say prayers to God.  I couldn't think of anything at that moment except, "Dear God, please help Breanna to go poop in the potty."  So then later on the potty, she said, "Say prayers a God.  Poop on potty. Amen," followed by, "Say prayers a God. Dwammy (Grammy) safe. Amen," followed by the same thing for me and Daddy, and then for each Papa, "Say prayers a God.  Papa safe. He sick."  Now I can't remember any time in recent history that either of our dads was sick and we prayed for them, so I think she has them mixed up with someone else, but hey, it's the thought that counts.

Now today, she decided that she wanted to get on the potty herself.  The only way we could figure out how she could do this without my hands assisting in any way was to let her step up on my lap and then turn around and back onto the potty.  So I'm petrified sitting there with an adorable little NAKED tushie in my face hoping she waits just a few more seconds before producing any results!  Hopefully the little stool Dwammy is going to bring will help Breanna up onto the potty "a-self."

Aah, the new world of the potty.  Gotta love it!

To flip or not to flip...

Breanna has discovered that there is one light switch in the house that she can reach.  She can reach the one by the fireplace by climbing up on the arm of the big brown chair.  So she gets up there and says, "Turn yight on."  Then she'll look at me, wherever I am at the moment, and say, "Go head," over and over until I tell her that she can indeed, "Go ahead."  Then she flips the switch and says, "Turn yight on faygers," to let me know that she did turn the light on with her fingers.

The funny part is that she never asks permission to do anything else!!

Step Aside, Miss Manners!

I feel I must brag just a bit about the politeness of my child.  Yes, on occasion, she does have her moments of tantrums and rebellion and the like.  But yesterday I realized there is something we have really taught her by example, and more her daddy than me.  Whenever I burp, I usually say, "Excuse Mommy."  But Shane says, "Pardon me."  Now every time Breanna burps, coughs, or even hiccups, she says "Pahn me."  She used to say, "Syoo Me," but then she switched to Daddy's version, maybe because she hears it more often.  :-)

I wonder, though, if Miss Manners would require that anyone say, "Pahn me, pahn me, pahn me," over and over until she is acknowledged by the rest of the room.  Probably not.