Potty

She's fourteen months old. She's not ready to use the potty. But nevertheless, today I bought her a potty chair because, well, someday soon she'll use it - and a little ridiculous optimism never hurt anybody. Lesson number one took place this evening. Upon seeing the new potty chair for the first time, she stepped ever-so-gingerly into it - one piggy at a time - and was standing like a fountain statue in the center of the potty. After that, I demonstrated how to sit on it (don't worry - I hovered above it. I'd rather not break the thing before she even uses it.). Then Pooh Bear demonstrated how to sit on it (while Mommy made small farting sounds to enhance the experience). This seemed effective. Then daddy hovered above the potty chair as his daughter watched with obvious amusement. I said, "When you need to poop, come and sit on this potty chair." Yeah. THAT'S gonna happen. OH - and she is an expert at very succinctly saying the word "potty." Another new word to add to her rapidly-increasing vocabulary. Go, Lissy, go! Pun fully intended. As you can see from the photo, she quickly grew bored of sitting on the potty and raced off to play with the box said potty came in. I gave her a B+ on lesson one. Not bad for a fourteen-month old.

Today she began sucking her pointer finger. Not her thumb, her pointer finger. When she wants her baba the finger goes in the mouth. It's kinda cute, really.

Now here's a little story for ya: We planned to meet Scotty on his lunch hour today and hit a good restaurant near where he works. As I always do, I called his cell when we left the house to let him know we were on our way. Voicemail. A few minutes later, I called his cell again. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail. So I called his direct work number. Voicemail. Called it again. Voicemail. Got there and sat in the Durango outside his office window - like I always do - so he could see that we had arrived. Waited. Waited. Dug around in the diaper bag and handed Lissy some goldfish crackers cuz the poor kid was starving. Waited. Waited. Handed Lissy some more fishies. *crunch crunch* Waited. Called his cell. Voicemail. Call his direct line. Voicemail. WHAT THE HECK?!! This is highly unusual. At this point I started to worry. Did work stress finally do him in? Did he have cardiac arrest, pass out cold on the office floor, and get carted away in an ambulance? Was his cell phone on the floor of the hospital hallway?

So finally I parked and Lissy and I went into the building. We walk into the office and spot him standing in the conference room holding a plate full of BOSTON MARKET, for crying in the night!! As soon as he saw Liss and I standing there staring at him blankly, he looked surprised and then ashamed. Yep, he completely forgot we were supposed to do lunch today.

He apologized, said he'd still go to lunch with us, and when asked where I wanted to go I said - without missing a beat - "The mall." After a quick, lukewarm lunch in the food court I headed to the Yankee Candle shop and picked out sixty bucks worth of candles and, like the smart boy he is, he handed me his credit card. It was a good day.