Potty Princess

A few days ago, our sweet 18-month-old tinkled for the first time on the big potty!! We were more elated than I would like to admit. ‘Never thought we’d get such a kick out of doing the “potty dance,” which looks like the conga, but the words are, “pee-pees on the pott-ay! <kick left foot> pee-pees on the pott-ay! <kick right foot>…” You get it! Oh, the things that bring you joy as a parent! So funny!

 

Potty Princess calling G’ma

“Pinsass”

I think Calli turned into a little girl this past week. When we got to church Sunday, one of my good friends, Stacey, said that Calli looked like a different person this week. It’s true.

We took her to Chick-fil-a tonight, and it was, coincidentally, princess night. There were some teenage girls dressed in prom-type dresses with tiaras and one girl’s dress had a very full skirt. She was Princess Amanda, and all of the little girls were having their picture made with her and with a teenage boy who was dressed in a tuxedo posing as Prince Charming. Calli didn’t eat because she was way too interested in all of the little girls around her. They all were wearing their dress-up princess dresses and tiaras as well.

I thought that maybe we would see if Calli would sit for a picture with Princess Amanda, but I really didn’t think that she would; she’s usually wary of unfamiliar people and places. Of course, she did! She sat right down and looked right into the camera. She even smiled when they gave her her very own pink boa-wrapped, silver toned, sparkly tiara! As we were leaving, we saw the other girls running in from outdoors (where the tiny princesses were making beaded necklaces and bracelets) because it had started raining. I pulled her hood up onto her head, which she usually likes because she likes wearing a hat, but she it pulled off as soon as we got to the car. She wanted me to put her other hat (tiara) back on. As I buckled her in to her car seat, I told her that she was a real princess now that she had a crown. She pointed to it and very matter-of-factly said to Michael and me, “I pinSASS, I pinSASS.” To which, we looked at each other and replied, “Yes, you certainly are.”

As I walked around to get into the car, I felt a little lump in my throat. She is a little girl now. Where did my baby go?