First thing this morning I woke up with burning eyeballs. Fever much? Of course my favorite in-laws, Mama Bear and Big Ed, were coming today.
Rio and I just chilled around the house today. I've been working on bribes/treats/negotiations for pooping on the potty. We are 100 mothereffing percent on tinkles. Every time she tinkles it's like a parade, which I think helps. She'll jump up and say 'Mommy! Mommy! I have to tinkle on the potty! C'mon! Grab everybody!' and takes off. I grab a Guy and whatever else we're playing with and race after her to the WC. Then she stands there and waits for me to take down her pants and hold her hand while she steps onto the stool in a manner I can only imagine is well at home at Buckingham Palace, and perches. Then she tinkles, I clean her up, we wash hands and she says, 'Now I'll have one brown sugary tinkle treat, please!' and I serve her a Junior Mint. What a life!
But today I let her look at the poop-on-the-potty enticement box. All her favorite things: trains, games, PopRocks, etc ... and she grabbed a train and wouldn't let go. Major negotiations going on. I won't bore you. Mostly cuz you'll want to pull your hair out. I did. Barely out of bed, not feeling hot and I gotta chase a bare assed monkey around and grab a train from her.
I'm not exaggerating when I say HOURS of talking about pooping and special treats and all that crap.
Cut to the in-law visit.
Fun, fun, fun. Fun dinner. Fun dessert. Rio excuses herself from the table and goes over to her train table and stands on one foot. That, my friends, is her poop move. One heel and a pained expression. And then, "Hey Nana Peachy, I'm pooping!".
Like the stench didn't give her away ....