Elizabeth went number two in the toilet yesterday. Ohhhh, please let this be a trend.
Colleen (our babysitter) is on vacation this week, so I'm spending all of my time with the kids until Brian gets home in the evenings, and then I'm cramming two hours of work in before E-Beth goes to bed in an attempt to stay on schedule with all of my orders. Mostly that means I'm sewing the last of the garb for the big photo shoot on Sunday. It's supposed to be thunderstorming all weekend, so we're scrambling to find rental lights and equipment in case we have to shoot indoors.
There are a lot of minutes in the day, and it's an hourly adventure in creative entertainment. I love it. We usually do great until nap time, which is wonderful. Naptime isn't until 2, so most of the day is tantrum-free.
Reminder: She is two. But even for being two, she's absolutely delightful until the dreaded nap hour, and then all hell breaks loose.
Elizabeth fights nap time velociraptor-style, complete with major tantrums, kicking and screaming. She never sleeps during naptime, yet her evening mood makes one think she still desperately needs a nap. Yesterday instead of a nap, I let her have "quiet time" where she was allowed to play in her room and the playroom. Let's just say that project "free-range Elizabeth" was unsuccessful.
But she went number two in the toilet. And that alone makes yesterday a HUGE success, because that means she likely will NOT still be wearing diapers to her Prom.