We’ve had a pet mouse for about 2 months now (but it’s really a rat.) And up until today his name was Stuart Little (but he’s really a girl.) Today Eden informed us that “His name’s not Stuart, it’s Peach.” Nobody knows where she got it, but that’s the rats name. Unfortunatly for Peach, she’s going back to the pet store. She bit Eden the other day. And Eden says Peach is “naughty.”

Yesterday Eden sat on the potty with out even telling me. She just came to me and said, “Mommy, I go poo poo.” I was so proud.
Today (the day she woke up at 5:30 am) she discovered that she can take a coloring book and a crayon in there with her. If she had a snack and a little something to drink, I don’t see why she should get off the potty at all!

Speaking of loving the potty, it’s Honor’s new favorite thing. He crawls in there, pulls himself up on her little potty and just does some little dance. The pee pee tango or something. We’re always pulling him out of the bathroom. Who knew the toliet could be so facinating?

Eden is so hillarious. If you look over to the left you can see what she walks around the house looking like. Naked, with a beanie, sunglasses and one of those formerly trendy key chains that you hang around your neck. She has been so terribly, two. Extremely, terribly, two. Every time we tell her to do anything she throws the worlds biggest fit. She starts yelling, throwing things around and punching and/or slamming her head into the wall. We don’t let her get away with it, but she continues to test us just the same. This is becoming more of a deterrent to having more kids than pregnancy is.

I just shudder at the thought of Honor being this way too. What if they are both this way at the same time??!![/b] Oh, the horror!! What if I have another child and they are all three this way at the same time??!! Must. Not. Think. About. It.

She’s not even two and a half and I am already counting the days until she turns three. What am I to do? At least she is finally getting the hang of potty training.

251 days to go.

Yesterday, while my mom was over visiting the kids Eden announced that she needed to go potty. I was floored. I helped her take off her princess panties and she went and sat on the potty. Less than a minute later she came running through the house, “Grammy! Wook it, Wook it, Wook it.” We went to investigatge and she pooped on the potty! THANK GOD! I about resigned myself that we would be sending her to college in diapers. Think of the cost…

Anyway, the princess panties seem to be doing the trick. That and the candy bribery. If she sits on the potty she gets one pez, dispensed from the snowman pez that Grammy put in her stocking. If she poops, she gets something big, yesterday it was a pixie stick, which I learned is not the best thing. Today (yes she went again today!!!) she got a whole thing of smarties.

The candy is helping to cut down on the fits. I would go tell her to sit on the potty and she would throw the most horendous fit! She would punch the wall, yell “no”, slam her head into the wall, throw things…(you get the picture). She still does things like that, but not when I tell her to go potty. Candy is a marvelous thing. It just makes me dread that someday Honor will be terribly two as well. At least she will be over it by then. I hope? Please tell me she will be over it by then?