Shortly after you woke from your nap, Daddy got himself a Drumstick sundae cone. He offered you a bite. You wanted the whole thing. So he let you hold it thinking you would share. Nope. I suggested offering a Popsicle instead. You love Popsicles. You did want the Popsicle. In addition to the Drumstick.

Just after that, Payton was sitting by your toys, whining. Daddy found some string cheese you put in your purse. (Really gross. It was only from earlier today but still.) Daddy put it in Bubba’s bowl and called him and then whistled. You shouted, “Bubba! Tweet!” You are so cute.

she may not choose a “princess dress” (today it happens to be a tiered skirt) or run to the window when she hears the sirens. (We live two blocks from the police and fire departments. They go by all the time. They don’t bother us at all. She runs to the window every time.) She can destroy a room before you even realize she’s not with you. Lately, she has chosen church as her favorite place to throw a fit. (Usually because we don’t let her lay on the wet, snow-melted, salty floor or crawl under the pew. It really makes me feel like parent of the year. Must be a test.)

She likes to cuddle in a yoga mat. She grabs my hand and says “come play, Mommy.” She made the “roads” of her castle into a slide for her princesses. (I’ll have to get a picture of that.) She sings all the time. In a very loud voice. She is becoming more aware of other people’s emotions in the sweetest way. (If only she could read Payton’s emotions better, we would have fewer arguments around here.) I am so crazy about her in this stage. She is growing up and changing and, while I wish it wasn’t happening so quickly, I am so happy to be able witness it all. She is so full of life and love. I love that about her.

I don’t remember Snow White being quite so feisty or standing in the bow window.

I have been pretty horrible about potty training. I do not think Soph is showing all of the readiness signs for potty training but why not take a stab at it, right? She loves her potty. Her princesses go to the potty. Stuffed animals go to the potty. Sophie has started mentioning if she has a wet or poopy diaper. We are making progress. Sometimes, when Sophie gets in her “yoga pose” we know she is about to take a poop. Sometimes we’ll ask her if she is, and she says, “no.” Sometimes we rush her to the potty. We don’t always make it but for the first time ever on Tuesday, she made it to the potty in time AND she was happy about it. (She has gone on the potty before, but she cried afterwards.)

Meanwhile, in the other room, Sophia’s cheerleader was doing tummy time.