"Good job, Mommy!"

We're potty training, finally. And "what's her name" (she's in between aliases for this particular moment of the day) doesn't understand that I happen to have already mastered the skill of using the toilet by myself. Thanks. But no sense trying to explain. Instead I get to hear, "Good job, Mommy!" and "Yay!" and clapping. Gee, thanks. I figure my dreams of ever having privacy in the bathroom again will never come to be. Once I am done raising "what's her name" it will be time for me to either be in the nursing home or a mental institution, and they monitor your bathroom usage there too.

Breaking news, People!

Never been so happy to see poop in all my life: The Butterfly pooped in the training potty for the first time! Figures that she does it all backward, because she still won't pee in the potty and I have heard that #2 is always the toughy. Of course now I have to scour the stores tomorrow for a "dolphin" umbrella--and has to be a blue one! No matter that she's a butterfly at the moment, and happens to already have a lady bug rain coat and boots set...? Well, anyway, Kidorable seems to be the people to see about a dolphin umbrella.