Friday, September 30, 2016

When Daddy came home he brought word of a special present on the front porch just for Selah June!  It was a present from Grandma in Oklahoma — a little table with stools just Selah Juney’s size with a chalkboard top and chalk and erasers to boot!  Daddy assembled the table for us, and Selah June and Mommy got to work drawing flowers and circles in every color.

The combination of a runny nose and chalk dust led to looking pretty grungy. With promise of baths after dinner, we went ahead and ate dinner looking like the coal miner’s daughter. Sometimes you just have to get dirtier before you get clean.

Right now everything has to be dipped in ranch dressing.  She was really into dipping her green grapes into ranch at dinner.  (yuck….)

Then we returned to playing, and, as you can see, it continued down a very disturbing path.  I don’t know what the spitting was about.  The only thing I could think was that she looked like a cross between the little boy in The Good Dinosaur, an ewok from Star Wars, and a tribble from the original Star Trek.

I proceeded to clean up the dishes and asked Jeremy to start the bath routine.  They weren’t upstairs more than a couple minutes, and he yelled down “Joc!  Come here quick!  Right now!”  I moaned and begrudgingly made my way upstairs fussing about how the dishes weren’t going to wash themselves. And then I found this…

Isn’t this the precious face you always thought you would capture on that glorious occasion of the first successful use of the potty? Mom of the Year….  That’s what I’m talking about.  Mom of the Year.

But it’s not about me…  SJ had an incredibly important night.  Daddy took her clothes off to take a bath and asked her whether she wanted to try to use the potty.  She sometimes sits down on it just for kicks and giggles.  Not tonight, buddy!  NOOOOO…..  That child sat herself down, concentrated like a rock star, and tinkled her little heart out!  She was super happy with herself and gave Daddy a big high five.  We have a great video, but I’ll spare the internet that (and her, of course).

And guess what??  She did it the next morning too…  SJ is ready! Bring it, porcelain throne!