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Almost Two Years Ago

Sophie is TWO! from Ellen on Vimeo.

How quickly time passes. I barely recognize her teeny tiny voice! Preparations are underway for Sunday’s festivities- butterfly pinatas, cake decor, gifting (my big project=homemade yoga mats, as the girls got a Yoga Kids DVD for the holidays and LOVE it), a bike to put her bell on. Lots to do. Saturday we’re off to see a children’s production of the ballet, Cinderella. Could anything be more perfect for my tiny ballerina?

Not so tiny anymore.

Favorites this week. Pizza, the new Regina Spektor CD (so stinkin’ good), Florida clementines (seedier than the ones from Spain, but so much better and so much CLOSER!), and our new holding tank! Who knew a 40-gallon plastic tank could make us so happy. The poop system was the #1 most dreaded and most-often-tended -to system on our last boat. We’re hoping with a big tank, a new potty, and some careful thought, the new set-up will keep us from getting our hands in the muck so often.

Now if we could just teach Rosy to use the potty . . . I wish my grandmother was here to give me tips on potty training the smallest victims. My mom says she was trained at 15 months, just before her little sister joined the cloth-diapered clan. Rosy is peeing right through her Fuzzi Bunz, which is driving me batty. I’ve even gone back to the old way, prefolds and covers, just to keep her clothes dry. She’s thrilled by the idea of panties, but hasn’t quite put the pieces together yet. Soon, I think.

They’ve gotten into a CD book, so off to rescue the disks from tiny (and most likely sticky) fingers.