Naughty & Nice

In my continuing effort to cook a new dish every week, tonight we made veggie tacos. Actually, Tom and I used to make this dish constantly, but for some reason it fell out of our repertoire, and it had been quite some time since we made it. In fact, I had to haul out the cookbook to look over the recipe again.

LB enjoyed her first venture into tacos. Although she didn't manage to have much filling in hers . . .
Adding more cheese.
I think she's just pouring the cheese from the shell into her mouth.
Yummm . . .
Yummm . . .
So this week at daycare, Miss Lilybeth did something very naughty. Apparently, she was playing in the wading pool with her little friend when they started to have an argument over a toy boat that they both wanted to play with. Instead of patiently waiting her turn, LB decided to take hold of her friend's arm and take a big bite of it. Miss Pam and Miss Chrissy witnessed the whole thing and said they were very surprised. They never expected the generally well-behaved LB to bite somebody. Pam said that LB was very remorseful. Her little lip dropped and she looked very sad and pouty and even helped hold some ice on her poor friend's bitten arm. And when Papa arrived to pick her up and Pam told him about what had happened, LB's little lip dropped again and she looked very somber and sorry. Tom said she was a quiet and pensive girl on the ride home, obviously thinking over what she had done, and she still had the sorry, sad look on her face as he was telling me what happened. She seemed to be feeling so bad about the whole thing that we're hoping this was a one-time incident.

But today, she did something very good and very exciting. Tom and I have been talking up the potty lately, trying to get LB psychologically and emotionally ready for training, as Dr. Roopa said. Tom and I go on about how wonderful it is to use the potty; we bought her a book about one of her favorite Sesame Street characters, Abby, using the potty; and Tom and LB have been building little potties and sinks out of her blocks so that her toys can practice using the toilet and then washing their hands.

And this morning, I was in the bedroom cleaning when LB toddled in and said, "I sit potty, Mama." "You want to sit on the toilet?" "Yah!" So we went into the bathroom, and I held her over the toilet, and she tried her best to go "pee-pee," but nothing happened, and so eventually she said, "No potty, Mama. Wash hands." So we washed hands. She tried the same thing again in the evening with Tom, but again with no results. But Tom and I were so happy that we gave her a chocolate-covered raisin as a reward. She was very pleased with her treat and strutted along looking very proud of herself.

I had been a bit nervous about starting the potty training, but it seems as with most things, Miss LB will tell us when she's ready.