Maggie was watching Super Why one afternoon when Dan got home from work. Right away he came in, asking for kisses and talking to her. At one point, he crouched down in front of her by the couch and she got really annoyed, pushed him out of the way with her arm, and said, “I’m trying to watch this!”
Maggie and I were talking in the car about how she didn’t eat a good dinner, so no, she wouldn’t be getting any gum or a treat when we got home. She got quiet and after a moment, she said VERY SERIOUSLY, “Don’t be fighting with me.”
The baby was kicking my belly quite a bit so Maggie was trying to feel the kicks with her hand. I told her to sing to her baby sister, maybe that would get her to move and dance! I suggested she sing the ABCs. Maggie leaned her ear down to my belly and said, “No, she’s asking for Old McDonald.”
Dan and I have called each other ‘Newman’ for many, many years (after Jerry Seinfeld’s nemesis on the show. Don’t ask, I’m not entirely sure why.) We do it so much, we don’t even realize we’re saying it. Maggie has apparently picked up on this.
We were chatting about our names- What’s Mommy’s name? (Jennifer) What’s Mommy’s middle name? (Shannon) What’s our last name? and so forth. Then I asked her what Daddy’s name was.
She said, “His name is Newman when he farts.”
SHE’S TOTALLY RIGHT ON THAT ONE.
This potty training thing has been fueled by Swedish fish for the most part. She gets one for peeing on the potty, and three if she poops. It’s been almost two months and she’s doing… okay (there has been a slight, unexplained, VERY FRUSTRATING regression this week. I don’t want to talk about it.)
One of the issues we’ll be facing soon is that she won’t use the potty without one of her little seats on the toilet. So that means if we’re out in public, she has to wear a diaper. I’m not sure yet how we’re going to clear that hurdle, but I’ve started with just putting little seeds in her mind and we’ll go from there. So I told her if she used the potty- just peeing!- without the Dora seat, she could have THREE FISHES instead of just one.
She stared at me for a moment, and then said, “How about FIVE fishes?”
Our little negotiator.
Related to the Using The Big Person Toilet idea: my mom got her some princess toothpaste for Easter, but we haven’t let her use it yet. Partly because she still swallows the toothpaste so I don’t think she’s ready for the flouride stuff yet. And partly because it gives us yet ANOTHER bargaining tool for the potty thing.
She saw it on the counter and wanted to use it, so I told her if she started going on the toilet without her Dora seat, she could use the princess toothpaste.
She thought for a moment, shrugged her shoulders, and said, “I’ll just use the bear toothpaste then.”
She 100% without a doubt beat me at a game of memory yesterday. A game that involved something like THIRTY cards. And she didn’t cheat. And I didn’t let her win.
We are very very much screwed.