Potty Updates and other things

Hey I just noticed this is my 501st post. Crazy. I bet if I erased all the drafts it would bring me down to about 400. I should try that.

Anyhoo- I know you all were having difficulty sleeping because you were wondering if Saoirse was still peeing on my carpet and I can, with confidence, put your minds at ease and let you know that Saoirse is potty trained. Well, for pee anyway. For the most part. If she gets really busy she tends to forget that sometimes a girl needs to use the toilet. It was sort of a surprise, really. One day she went and we clapped and cheered as all good parents do, the next day I was sitting on the computer cleaning my house when she disappeared and the next thing I heard was her clapping and saying "Yay! I did it! Way to go!" And then she yelled out "I peed! I'm wiping my vagina!" and then she flushed the toilet, slammed down the seat, climbed up the seat, onto the counter and washed her hands. Which is more than I can say for her older brother.

Pooing in the toilet is a whole other matter. She doesn't. She could just have peed and five minutes later she will say "I shout! I shout!" Yeah, that's what she calls a poo. Damn William and his shites. I keep saying "You mean poo?" and she says "Yeah. A shout." Urgh. She had a great laugh tonight when I took her into the bathroom to take off ther pooped in panties and the poo fell on the floor. Oh, it was freaking hilarious. Not so much to her mother who had the pleasure of picking it up.

For those of you who were reading me when Sophie was quite little, remember when she hated her father and would cry the moment he held her? And I used to get called home from my stamping club (well, once) because she wouldn't stop crying? Oh, that's all changed. Now she is a great big daddy's girl and she cries when he gives her to me. As soon as she sees him she holds out her arms for him to pick her up and then starts waving bye bye to me. And she would perfectly happy to have nothing to do with me for the rest of the day. And she stopped breastfeeding. Why breastfeed when you can sit with your dad and have a bottle or a cup of milk? Plus it was really hot for a week or so there and who wants to be pushed up against their mum's boobs, sweating up a storm? Not my Sophie apparently.

And in just a few weeks she will be one. I could cry. There goes my baby.

And! I've barely even thought about her birthday! Damn this holiday and no paycheques in August. Her birthday's the tenth and we are going to have it 2 weeks later, on the 24th. On a Friday. Not even on the Saturday, because I can't afford to take another day off of work. I don't even think I am going to do grab bags, which will really piss off one of my friends. Oh well. On the actual day of her birthday we are going to celebrate it with just us and the 2 girls, as I want that first birthday picture on the actual day with the cake and all. Unfortunately, Taylor, Liam and my mum won't be home from BC until late that night. Ach well, I guess it wouldn't bother her not to have a party at all, it's not as though she will remember it. It would bug me and my scrapbook though.

And, in non child related news, due to my holiday I am going to miss the premiere of that Corey Haim and Corey Feldman show on A&E. So sad. I loved Corey Haim as a kid. A) because he was from Canada and B) because he is a December baby, like myself. And I thought he was quite cute in Secret Admirer. I wish I could find that movie on DVD. C. Thomas Howell! Corey Haim! Casey Siemaszko! My 11 year old self was in heaven.

Hopefully I will post before we will leave on Friday but if I don't get a chance I would just like to ask both Boliath and Stacey to not give birth until after I get back. Just being selfish, I hate not to be in the know.