Breakfast At Shoney's

We got to Panama City around 8:30 Monday morning, and since we couldn't check into our hotel until 2pm, we had to find some things to do in the meantime. While we ate breakfast at Shoney's, Livy needed to use the potty. I took her to the restroom, she pottied, and when I was helping her wipe, her face was squished right up against my chest. Then I heard her say,

"Woo, sure is dark in here!"

I almost fell over laughing!

I Thought You Were Happy?

Before I begin this story I'd like to share a little fact about Livy Lou. Whenever I get on to her for doing something wrong, she always comes back with,
"But but, I love to ___________!" (whatever that may be)

So tonight, she had been laying in bed with her daddy watching TV while I was finishing up a few things on the computer. She walked in the office and told me she needed to potty, so I sent her to the bathroom... like I always do. She has mastered using her stool to climb up on the potty, wipe, flush, and pull her pants back up all by herself. So I didn't think another thing about it. Then a few seconds later I heard,
"Mama! Come look!"

I walked in her bathroom and she pointed at the floor.
"What did you do?"
"I just tee-tee'd on the floor!"
"Why did you do that???"
"Because I love to tee-tee on the floor!"
"No you don't! No one loves to tee-tee on the floor!  I cannot believe you just did that. Is that good or bad?"
"Bad..."
"Livy you know better than that! This has made me so sad!"
(with tears building up) "But but, I thought you were happy??"
"No ma'am, this has made me so sad."

Then I saw it coming. It was like slow motion, and it was funny and pitiful all at the same time. Her little face started to squish up, tears started rolling down her cheeks, and I could tell she was devastated that I wasn't happy with her. It breaks my heart when I have to get on to her! I guess Livy has spoiled me because honestly, there are very few times a day that I have to correct her. She's so sweet and caring, and she always wants to make me happy. She is definitely a people pleaser!

Earlier tonight we were playing UNO Moo with her. We had been playing for a while when Drew got stuck and couldn't play. Livy immediately handed her last piece to her daddy and said,
"Here ya go, Daddy. You can have mine!"

I thought it was so sweet. She was willing to lose the game just so her Daddy could win. I just love her thoughtful caring heart!

Party Pooper

*Warning*
This post will get down to business. No pun intended.

For the longest time, Livy had no intentions of ever using the potty. None. Zero. So I didn't push it... uhh, force it... uhh (ok, this is going to be difficult!) I didn't pressure her into being potty trained. Everyone said that it would happen when she was ready. So I waited. And waited. And waited.

Finally, I just said That's it! I kept seeing all these moms on Facebook who claimed that their 18 month olds were "officially" potty trained, and I thought If they can do it, so can mine! I put her in panties while we were at home, and in the beginning she had a ton of accidents! I got a little frustrated, not with her, but with myself because I had no idea what I was doing. I'd never potty trained anyone before! Well, except for Zoe, but that doesn't really count... I'd just put her outside. So I'd never potty trained a human before. But after lots of bribing with peanut M&Ms and a princess potty that sings, the day came... the day she finally went in the potty. There was lots of squealing and hollering and woohoo-ing! ...and Livy was pretty excited too. I remember she said,
"That was fun! I wanna dude it again!"

She still had a few accidents here and there... times that she was super busy playing and just forgot she didn't have a diaper on anymore. But she never would poop! As she sat on the potty, she would say,
"I'm too scared to poop. It too scary!"
We tried our hardest to convince her it wasn't scary. But she would not give in. She would hold it in for days... days! Drew even told her if she pooped in the potty, we would buy her a birthday cake and let her blow out candles! Still nothing.

Then yesterday, it happened! She finally did it! I even took a picture and sent it to Drew to prove it. (I will not be posting that picture. Ha!) So last night we had a Potty Party complete with cake and candles! We're so proud of our little panty-wearing, potty-loving, Livy Lou!

She also got to pick out some very subtle fingernails from Wal-Mart... nothing too flashy...

 

The chef outfit has nothing to do with the Potty Party, she just likes to dress up :)

And she also requested that the cake have 4 candles...