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We couldn't have asked for a better morning at the beach. Amber (http://www.amberfrederiksen.com/) catches amazing shots no matter the circumstance...even when working with a difficult subject.

"Houston, We Have A Pee-er"

After dropping my dear friend Becky and her beautiful daughter "Madewin" as Paige calls her, off at the airport today, I took a little "deek" into Babies-R-Us. Paige was spending quality time with her Nana, Papa and Uncle Preston who are down visiting from Canada. This allowed me some time alone for my great potty debate.

Anywho... we've been working on the whole potty thing, reading potty books, sitting on the potty 'sans' clothing, sitting on the potty with clothing, putting toys in the potty, reading books on the potty, pushing the potty - essentially doing everything with the potty but what it's meant for. This my friends was the reason for my trip to Babies-R-Us in search of a "big girl" potty seat to install on top of the real toilet seat. Do I get a hot pink potty seat, a Dora The Explorer potty seat, a singing potty seat??? AHH!! Nope, I kept it clean and simple and went for the good ole white potty seat with the matching step stool - plus it matches the "other" potty that roams around the house.

After a quick installation and a little sales pitch, Paige was all about her big girl potty. As she got settled, I called daddy in for moral support and encouragement. I sat on the edge of the tub, while daddy stood in the doorway. Much to our surprise the flood gates opened!

I never thought we'd get so excited about such a thing! High five's all around, a few squares of toilet paper, a hand washing and one very satisfying flush later we had a very proud piddler! But that's not it...

After playing in her new "undies" on our bed with dad for a while, she wiggled her way off of the bed and stood above daddy's favorite flip flops. OOPS... I suspect daddy's flip flops have smelt worse - I like to think of it as a little puddle of love.

The Christmas Prep Begins

It's been a while since Paige has seen her Great Uncle Gil, Great Auntie Pam and Auntie May. Being the thoughtful 21 month old that she is, she's made it a priority to practice their names for her warmest greetings upon their arrival for their Christmas visit. Here's a little sample.

A little Footnote:

After this video Paige spent about two hours walking around the house saying, "Uncle Gil, Gil, Gil, Gil, Uncle Gil".

One other thing... is it wrong that she knows how to "cheers", elicits the phrases "Happy Hour" and "shake your booty" at random?? Just wondering....

Rare Snapshot

I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes...Paige willingly held her cousin Blake's hand today at the park. Thank goodness I had my camera to document this rare snapshot! I think I may even see a hint of a smile.

I know it's not very nice to laugh at people, especially your own child, but there is an exception to every rule. Right? Anyhow, earlier in the week, Paige awoke from her afternoon nap in a rather interesting mood. When I went to retrieve her she was standing in her crib, wild hair , and looked as though she had suddenly developed a bad case of lock jaw. The hair, the under bite and general demeanor brought me back to my childhood and memories of The Muppets quickly surfaced. Even though as a little girl, he scared the socks off of me, my little girl reminded me of one of Jim Henson's creations...