Dear Elle,
January 16, 2010 marked a major milestone for you and us as a family. You're fully POTTY TRAINED!
You have no idea how frustrated we were over the inconsistency of your potty-training progress that sometimes you did so good and then all of a sudden you started regressing in it. So, at that major milestone date, we brought you picking out your first big girl panty. Just simple like that, from that day onwards you never look back. We only had a handful of minor accidents like you sobbed sadly over peeing through your panty. Even though we insisted you wearing diaper at bedtime, you mostly keep it dry overnight and will wake up and tell us you want to go potty.
It's so interesting to hear you talking about what's happening in the school when you come back home. You'd report what kind of panties (dora, princess, tinkerbell etc) your little friends wore on that day. A lot of times, you'd accidently slip out of your mouth the bad things you've done at school. Like, you ate snow while you're playing outside, or you got time-out by the teacher. When we asked did you cry when you got punished, you said "NO! I do not cry. Cooper's crying. He's a cry baby." followed with a burst of mocking laughter. That day, you showed us how you danced at school, with one hand put on your waist and the other pointed up in the air and then kept twirling.
As you're getting more whiny, sneaky, and naughty, dada was glad to find a long ruler inside a box. His intention is as simple as using it to warn and threathen a refuse-to-listen toddler. Oh well, it didn't work in our way though as you're more than happy to get a few smacks by putting your hand out or lift your lil bum towards us. Sometimes, you even plead earnestly and say please begging for a spank when we pull out the ruler only for a scare.
It's amazing that you sat through the whole show watching "Superman returns" with us. You love superman! Whenever he's in trouble, you wish you could jump in to help. We also found out you loves the thrills and chills of scary movies. You simply couldn't take your eyes of the monsters, ghosts, or aliens.
It's utterly cute of you when you bark "Yeess Sir!" with a salute gesture of putting your hand on the forehead. Out of the blue you'd lift one finger up and said, "Oh! I have an idea...". Sometimes you'd pretend talking like a robot. You love to start your sentence with "How about...?". We're amused when you call out "hey guys!". To name a few of your favorite words: "I have a surprise for you", "you don't say STUPID!", "disgusting", "I'm BOOTS!", "I got one, you got TWO!", "I got one, you got NOTHING!", "I want you to be happy.", "I don't want you angry", "No! It's not FUNNY!". Oh, the funniest is whenever your panty stucks up your bum crack, you yell out loud "It stucks in my NUTCRACKER!".
You'd kiss my eyebrows to cheer me up. Whenever dada stared at you angrily, you'd immediately hold up one hand and put it against your face trying to block his stare. Everytime when strangers smile at you, you'd cover your face with your hands and asked us, "Why uncle/aunty 笑我?".
Whenever you come across a ripped page at reading time, you'd question who ripped it and then we'd start passing the blames among dada, mama, and you and finally agreed it's the naughty boy at the library who did it. The whole conversation rhymes like the cookie jar song.
To claim our bed from your invasion, we decided to use dora bed as a bait. When we told you we're going to buy you a dora bed, you jumped in joy saying, "You guys sleep in your own bed, and I guy sleep on my dora bed. OKAY?". Days before picking up your dora bed, we cleaned up your room, took apart the crib and rearranged the furniture. When you came back from daycare, the moment you walked into your room you blurted out, "Why the mess? Where's baby room? Why you throw away baby room?".
Love,
Mama
