Wedding Bells
Yesterday Sarah and I were coming back from grocery shopping when she piped up in the back seat that she was getting married.

"You are?"

"Yeah! In a castle."

"To a prince?"

"Nah. To Santa Claus!"

"Oh, Santa, eh? You are going to be Mrs. Santa?"

"Yeah! And live in the North Pole. At Christmas we went on the train to the North Pole - Brianna, Dacey, Whitt and me. Yeah! And Santa came to see us and gave me a big hug. I'm going to marry him."

Hmmm, guess Pete and I should start saving for the wedding. ;)

When I was your age...
Lately Sarah has been talking about things that Pete and I (might) have done when we were little. She starts out by saying, "When I was your age, Mommy..." So, she's a little backwards on that, but only because that is the only way she's ever heard that. I'm pretty sure that Ms. Georgia has been telling her "When I was your age I..." so that's how Sarah thinks it should be said. She'll say things like, "Mommy, when I was your age you were little like me." Sometimes she garbles other words in there as if she's trying to think of something to say, but that' all right.

Anyway.... last night we were eating dinner when Sarah looked at Pete and said, "Daddy, when I was your age you pooped in your pants!" and then giggled like a fiend. We both had to laugh at that. Pete replied, "Yep, when I was a baby." "Yeah, when you were a baby you pooped in your pants. I'm a big girl, not a baby. I go poop in the potty!" and laughed some more. What a goober. ;)

Spelling Bee
Sarah is learning to spell her name at school:

"How do you spell your name?" I ask.

"Spellll Sarah. T-O-T-O-T," she answers.

Okay, it needs a little work.

Puhleeeeeze!
When I picked Sarah up at school yesterday afternoon I learned that she had wet her pants THREE times! DOH! And she has been doing so well! She got the "big girls don't wet their pants" lecture. She partially listened to it because she was more interested in knowing if she could have a milkshake. (Being the nice mommy I am, I bought some ice cream the other day and we've been making milkshakes.)

So I told her that I wasn't sure that girls who wet their pants got milkshakes. "I'm THIRSTY, Mommy! So very THIRSTY!" She's really very cute when she tries to convince me that she's about to pass out from hunger or thirst.

"Hmmm, I just don't know. You wet your pants THREE times."

"But Mommy - I want a milkshake!" She then did something I never though I would see an almost 3 year old do. She dropped to her knees (okay, that's normal, heh), clasped her hands together under her chin, looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes and begged "PUHLLEEEEEEEZE?!"

I really had to control my laughter. And I wish I had a camera!

Well, it was so darn cute that I told her that yes, she could have one, BUT if she wet her pants again today, she definitely would NOT get a milkshake. I reminded her this morning when I dropped her off. "I'm a big girl, Mommy. Big girls use the potty."

She does listen.... really.

Fighting Monsters
On the way to school this morning Sarah was telling me how she was going to save her school friend Ian from the monsters.

"I save you, Ian! Mommy, I punch that monster with my foot. Then I squish it like this!" She demonstrated her technique. "You punch it with your other foot, Mommy."

"Okay, I'll punch it with my foot."

"Yeah. And I'll punch it with my two foots like this - Haiyah!" She gave an evil laugh. "We saved you Ian! We saved you!"

"Whew, that was hard work."

"Yeah, we beat them good, scary monsters."

Bye-bye Pull-ups!
For the past two days and nights Sarah has not wanted to wear pull-ups! She's been keeping dry, letting us know when she needs to potty and enjoying the freedom of being diaperless!

I'm so proud I could cry!

We've been reading The Potty Book for Girls since Christmas. It has been a major influence on her potty behavior (hooray!). She and Daddy read it twice last night. Sarah thinks it's very bad when the little girl in the book has an accident. "What's that, Daddy? That's tee tee - ewwwww! She was bad!"

Pretty soon we'll be moving the changing table into the baby's room, thus totally eliminating the association with diapers and pull-ups for Sarah.

*sniffle* My little girl is growing up.