Nothing like a big, beautiful, cheesy smile to brighten your day:
I for one need that gorgeous smile today! Chickie has been sick with a fever and an icky nose since Monday,which means she isn't sleeping so well. Then last night I discovered that Zoodle's got a fever too. Sometimes I wish Chickie would share a little less.
My second whine is potty training-related. Yes, Where's the Poop? is an adorable book. No, it hasn't led to Chickie actually pooping in the potty. I should be calm and patient, knowing that it will happen, and that I can't force it. I should be thrilled that the pee pee portion of our training is going swimmingly.
Instead I'm impatient, trying everything I can think of to help Chickie overcome her fear of pushing that poopy out where it belongs, and frustrated that it's just not happening.
I've resigned myself to the fact that it might take baby steps. Today Chickie had her big girl panties off and pooped on the tile outside the bathroom. Before potty training, I certainly wouldn't have known that I'd congratulate my daughter for doing her business on the floor. Yet as I cleaned off her legs, I smiled and enthusiastically told her how wonderful it was that she hadn't pooped in her panties and that she was near the bathroom when it happened.
Parenting ain't glamorous. It's full of whining--sometimes theirs and occasionally mine. Thank goodness for the cheesy smiles. They remind me that parenting (complete with rectal thermometers, misplaced poop, and 2 a.m. trips upstairs) is the best job in the world.