Poop On The Potty And "Thinkin' About Alligators"

Mark this day on your calenders! It is a day of great rejoicing, of dancing and singing, of two candies instead of one! Today we went poop on the potty (and yes, I know she will want to kill me for this in, like, 7 years.)! It was text book. She came up to Daddy, said she wanted to go but couldn't. She had set up the step-stool, put the seat up on the potty, but she couldn't get the button on her pants (the rest of her pants are snaps). Daddy unbuttoned and away she went. It was a lot like Mardi Gras in our house this morning.

When we get out of bed after being tucked in at night, we usually hide behind the door until we make a noise that gives us away. When Daddy comes in, the following conversation ensues:

What are you doing?

'Nae just thinking.

Thinking about what?

Thinking 'bout alligators.

Why can't you think about alligators in bed?

'Nae just thinking 'bout alligators on the floor. Watch out!

Then we go into brief descriptions of the merits of "Big" alligators (bite you!) versus "Baby" alligators (so cute). Daddy still doesn't understand why she can't think about alligators in bed.

We were also a complete stinker for Aunty Jen last week when she watched us. We are "sad 'bout jen"

This weekend she busted in on Daddy in the bathroom and said "Hello, little fella!"
We actually have movies, but they are too dark to see. Sorry. Mommy and Daddy are working some strange hours for Christmas, so there are very few pictures as well. Just have to deal with me talking.