Riley Runs

When Riley turned two, her friend Anna gave her these super-cute shoes:

But when Riley turned two, she also became awfully particular about her clothing. (See proof below.) And despite my encouragement (ok, cajoling), she wouldn't wear them.

Until yesterday. That's when I caught her admiring the runners (and their shoes) in my Runner's World magazine. And I reminded her of her *own* cool running shoes...

She's been running in them–nonstop (sorry downstairs neighbors)–ever since. Many belated thanks, Anna!

Rest of outfit: duck sticker with missing head (on forehead), Halloween necklace, flapper-style purse, and Elmo underpants. Yes, she dressed herself, and no, I don't let her out like that. Very often.

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Today was our first major excursion since potty training began: church.

Riley learned a surefire way to avoid the *boring* hour. Whenever she yelled "Potty!" we made a mad dash to the restroom.

Out of the seven times she yelled "Potty!", seven instances were false alarms. (And I'm just not ready to call her bluff.)

New Topic

Raise your hand if you used the potty successfully SEVEN times today.

Raise your hand if you think that's cause for celebration.

Not pictured: Me, Matt

Equation for Fun

A cardboard box...


plus a sheet of stickers...

equals endless entertainment.

(I foresee a cheap Christmas ahead!)

p.s. I'll shut up about the stickers already. It's just an integral part of our lives lately.

The Sticker Monster Strikes Again

I'm not sure why we thought it'd be a good idea to send Riley to bed with a sheet of stickers.

But we learned our lesson after hearing her giggle two full hours past bedtime.

Fortunately, the only casualties this time were her pacifiers. (And, ok, her good mood after a short night's sleep.)