once upon a time...

...there was a baby girl named delaney. she brought joy into her momma's world (and her daddy's, and her big sister's, and her baby sister's, and...)

today i'm going to share a little more about that joy filled girl:
yesterday d saw the bumbo chair on the floor and devised a plan. she climbed up onto a chair and placed the bumbo on the table and then put herself on the table into the bumbo chair- a girl with a plan. she then called out, "look it, momma! look it!" it was in that moment that i think it hit me- here is my second born celebrating her second birthday. so often i think of her as older- well, because she acts older. she wants to be older. but the truth is, d sitting in that chair isn't so far off. she is still a baby. just because we have another baby, doesn't mean that she is no longer a baby.

d had a great birthday. we opened some gifts in the morning and then went to a fun place in town (along the same vein as chuck-e-cheese) to play some games and get the wiggles out, and then had cake and ice cream. in the morning we asked her whose birthday it was. her reply... "baby Jesus!"... "no buggy, it's your birthday today!".... her eyes lit up and she was thrilled.

d is obsessed with band aids. i made the mistake of putting the first-aid bin under the sink in my bathroom, rather than above in the medicine cabinet. d noticed my mistake almost immediately and has since decided to put band aids just about everywhere. bump into something... get a band aid! need to fasten something together... get a band aid! something is broken... get a band aid! her most recent use has been for her sweet baby sister. i'm not sure what she was trying to accomplish, but p recently was adorned with a dora on the head. she didn't seem to mind and d was thrilled with her work.

so, the week before Christmas we jumped in with two feet (wearing sparkley two-inch platform flip-flops) to this potty training thing. d decided on sunday morning that she was NOT going to wear a diaper and that she would go on the big girl potty. after a couple rounds of success i broke out the potty patty* stash i had hidden in my closet and decided to embrace the inevitable. my girl, one week shy of 2 had decided she was ready. and who was i to stand in her way?

we dressed for the occasion. she donned a pair of potty patty's*, baby legs, and a tee to inspire her (nothing like an inspirational message to set the stage)!

and let me tell you, day one was a huge success! if being a great success means living in the bathroom, using gobs of toilet paper and hearing lots of "i do, i do". and just as quickly as we started, we stopped because this momma realized that the week before Christmas, the month before Scott's study schedule goes crazy, and two months before the bar exam is not the best time to potty train, thank you very much.

***potty patty is a brand of undies that help in the potty training process. they rock.

below is a clip of d on Christmas afternoon. for a few moments, she was allowed to play uninterrupted with e's coveted barbies. apparently, she had been listening intently to her sister and the dolls all day because she jumped into singing the song without missing a beat.