Posts Tagged ‘ potty training ’

Amelia. 20 months

Last week Amelia turned 20 months old. Some nerve she has.

Some great things about Amelia at 20 months old:

*Potty training. Can I get a what what?! Um, yeah. Either I’m a potty training genius or Amelia is. Either way, we are loving it. It’s only been a week, so I fully expect her to back slide now that I’ve declared to the inter webs that she’s potty trained. I can’t even HANDLE how cute she is in her little big girl undies.

*Talking. Amelia had been stuck on one syllable sounds for some time. I was about to lose my mind trying to figure out if “Bah” meant ball, book, balloon, bath, baby, etc. Thank the good little talking fairies, because we are now hearing words like “Potty,” “Baby,” “Juice,” “All done,” and “Help, please.” She still holds complete conversations in babble gibberish, which I hope never ends. She might not want to do it public once she is like 30. But she can always just live here forever and then it will be totally fine, right?

*Helping. Helping is like baby crack for Amelia. She’s not happy unless she is all up in your grill “helping” you with whatever you’re doing. The scary thing is…she is actually starting to be helpful! She helps me unload the dishwasher every morning by handing me each item, one at a time. Takes a tiny bit longer than doing it by myself, but I don’t have to bend over at all….so totally worth it. She loves to help with laundry, sweeping, finding Molly’s paci, giving Molly her paci, putting everyone’s shoes away, etc. Basically, if you say, “I need your help with this,” she is fired up and ready to assist. Need someone to crawl under a crib and get a paci? Amelia’s your girl. Need a laundry basket pushed over to the washer? Easy peasy. Amelia’s been doing that since before she could walk. Need a fan turned on? That’s Amelia’s new specialty. I think I’ll start hiring her out to the neighbors soon. Oh relax, I kid.

*Molly. The only thing Amelia could possibly love more than helping is playing with her sister. Molly is the first person she asks for as soon as she wakes up and the last person she kisses goodnight. I’d be jealous if it weren’t so darn adorable.