Our Flower

For at least six months now, we have been putting Elizabeth to bed and within ten minutes she has come out of her room, triumphantly announcing that she has pooped.  This is a victory for her because she KNOWS it is the only reason she will be sanctioned the Get Out Of Jail (Bed) Free card. 

Everyone I’ve told this to has said there is no way she can poop on demand, but I am utterly convinced otherwise.

Mary Claire has taken it upon herself to start potty training Elizabeth.  A few times a day she will literally drag the poor child by the arm and force her to sit on the potty.  Elizabeth loudly (very loudly) protests, but in the end almost always goes.

I think Mary Claire deserves an allowance for this alone.

Tonight Elizabeth came out of her room in typical fashion, but spiced things up a bit by saying she wanted to poop on the potty instead of her diaper.  Mary Claire, recognizing this was both her area of expertise and a way to get out of bed too, scurried into the bathroom as well.

So there we were, all four of us in the bathroom.  Elizabeth was quite pleased to have an audience and held court accordingly.  We all stood there, but nothing of umm – note, was happening.  Bob suggested that the Potty Party would be cut short if we left the bathroom so we sent Mary Claire back to bed while Bob and I headed into the kitchen, leaving Elizabeth alone.

A few minutes later Elizabeth came bounding into the kitchen looking like this and exclaiming, “LOOK AT ME!  I’M A FLOWER!!”

And that pretty much sums up Elizabeth.  She drives us bonkers but is so cute and amusing that we keep her.