|Kicking back after lunch.|
Over the past few weeks, Clara and by extension, her parents, have experienced the harrowing process known as potty training. All I have to say about this period in our lives is: 1) I have never uttered the words "poop" and "pee-pee" so many times in my life. And 2) bribe your children with M and M's.
That being said, Clara has said some incredibly funny things recently, which helps you in the dark times when you're cleaning poop off her elbow and wondering how it got there.
Here are some excerpts:
CLARA: Let's read the magazine about poop.
(referring to the book, Everyone Poops.)
Gerald has managed to hold onto one shred of privacy by going to the bathroom with the door closed. Clara does not like this turn of events, and often waits outside the door.
The other night, standing outside the door to the bathroom.
CLARA: (eyes light up) I hear Pee-Pee!
ME: (walking by) That's right.
CLARA: Dad is a big girl.
Clara, looking up at a guitar hanging on the wall out of her reach at a friend's house. She considers ways to retrieve it, then gives up and lies down on the floor, dejected.
CLARA: It's just no use...
Clara also takes occasional forays into more philosophical realms.
CLARA: I'm little. You're big, Mama, And Dada's big.
I am small but one day I will be big.
Clara, discussing nighttime, or just stalling before bedtime.
CLARA: Mama, it's not sunny out. It's moony.
|With her friends, (from left to right) LaLa, Meow Meow, and Magic.|