Last night, she and her husband brought their daughter's crib over for us to use until Avery is ready for her "big girl" bed. We are so excited that we don't have to foot the bill for a new bed while knee-deep in home renovation craziness. It's so great!
Free = Fabulous.
Avery was thrilled to have Jennifer's daughter Emma visit her house last night, and happily showed her all of her toys. As long as Emma didn't touch any of HER stuff, things were good.
Shortly after touring our
In 2 -year-old world, all potties must be conquered and claimed immediately and Emma took the job very seriously.
She impressively whipped off her diaper with ONE hand while Avery stared, mouth slightly ajar.
Then she confidently sat on the potty and began to take care of business. Just like a little pee-pee-making pro.
Avery, although clearly impressed with Emma's potty-going ability, simply could not allow someone else show her up at HER house on HER potty. So - she began to remove HER diaper and insist that it was her "tuhn" to sit on the potty too.
Thus began Dancing with the Potty, or The Great Potty Stand-off, or Battle of the Wills - the Potty Version (insert lame t.v. reality show joke here)... Who would be the Ultimate Survivor?
It was a bit like watching a tennis match. Only with pee-pee. And a talking Elmo potty.
Emma. Avery. Emma. Avery. Emma...
Being a good little bloggy girl, Jennifer casually said, "Oh. This would be a great blog entry."
Being an equally good little bloggy girl, I ran to grab my camera - because she was right.
I'm so bad. OR am I so GOOD??? You tell me...