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.)

Developmental Explosion

In the past few weeks, Riley has:

• learned to open doors
• taught herself to somersault
• pooped in the toilet
• figured out how to open the fridge
• learned about a billion new words
• shown an avid interest in cooking and dish washing
• learned to use her bubble gun (pictured below. sort of.)
• mastered monster tantrums
• drawn a straight line, pointed to it, and said, "One!"
• figured out that daddy's cereal (Cocoa Puffs) tastes better than hers (Kashi Mighty Bites)
  
• developed a strong preference for clothing with sparkly embellishments
  
• become extremely particular about her diapers (Elmo Pampers vs. boring white slightly bulky cloth diapers...)
• gotten really fast

Part of me is sad she's growing up so fast. A bigger part of me is so relieved she won't be a toddler forever.