Baby Duck Grows Up

I call you Baby Duck. Of course, I have so many names for you, but that one is still my favorite, and it *usually* makes you smile.

So.. what first? Ok Potty-training. Can you believe you have already gone pee and poop on your potty? I know that when you are 17.. or in Daddy's world 27.. and your boyfriend reads this online, it will mortify you, but I am so proud of you I just don't care. Besides, I bet you won't read that HE went poo-poo on the potty at 18 months. No sir!

Next.. "Mine", "No", and "You BAD!". Willfullness. Need I say more?

And now.. this week you and daddy are sick with the flu. Today your fever shot way up to 102, then I gave you a cool bath like the doctor said along with some Motrin and you've been cruising along just fine ever since. I might even be able to go back to work tomorrow.

Elmo. You love Elmo. As Daddy puts it, you sometimes still call him "Mommy", but you definately know who Elmo is and what he's called. I'm wondering how much more Elmo I can take before I crack. :) Seriously it's very cute, and we have already learned from Elmo the sign language for elephant, lion, penguin, bird, and bear, and how to play the bongo drums and the baby piano.

Food Choices. You are certainly slimming down from my chunky little cherub into a moving and grooving toddler. You don't eat just anythign anymore. Many things I will make just for you, and while you seem interested in me preparing it for you, as soon as I put it in front of you, you look at it and simply say "NO.", with a disdainful look and a pout and push it away. You seemed to like my meatloaf and you still love spaghetti and pasta with tomato sauce the very best. You like mandarin orange slices, apples, cheese slices, and animal crackers (which I only give to you for special treats). You love corn on the cob, peas, and blueberries. You like Cheerios, chicken nuggets, and corn dogs too, which works when the healthier choices fail..