Esme and I made an apple pie last week to celebrate her inauguration into pottyhood. She was sitting on the potty as she likes to do, and suddenly surprised both of us with a little splash. I think she shocked herself more than me, but we quickly recovered and celebrated with high-fives and a triumphant flush.
So aboard the “potty train” (as toddler Holden would say) we go, once again. And when I say “train” I actually mean more of a slow boat...we give her time, encouragement and patience and let it happen as it will. Or sometimes, won’t. Whatever. She’ll be in underwear sometime before her high school graduation and that’s all that matters.
But, we still highly encourage things along because man, will we be happy when our diapering days are over. So the other evening, while Brian is getting Esme dressed for bed, he mentions that “pretty soon, you’ll be able to wear underwear just like Holden!” Esme processed the information for a second, beamed a smile and without missing a beat came back with, “Yeah! And me get peni$ too!!”
Oh dear. I think we’ve got some explaining to do…
The pics, totally unrelated to Esme’s gender conundrum, are from today’s excursion to Sauvie Island to pick some not-quite-ready-but-perfect-berry-picking-day-anyway blueberries, raspberries and blackberries. Then we bought some pre-picked berries to make a not-quite-sweet-but-perfect-with-vanilla-ice-cream marionberry crisp!
My berry-picking partners were perfectly sweet, as-is.