Tonight, when putting Bear to bed, she was doing some kind of fort-making with this book she has about numbers. I was trying to convince her she could do anything she wanted with the book, as long as she did it while in her bed. She was not convinced. Eventually, I said, “Ok, Molly, I’m going to count to five and then you’re going to bed.” She looked at me with total excitement. “One,” we said in unison. “Two…three…four…five,” she said louder and louder. “Six…seven…eight…nine…TEN!” I had no idea she could count to ten. When did that happen?!
A sure-fire way to procrastinate bed-time: pull a cool trick out of your arsenal.
life and puppies 
She is full of knowledge
Brenna thinks the counting thing is hilarious. I have yet to come up with a tactic that inspires compliance instead of giggles.
Ha! Well, that’s just a good sense of humor.
Ok, this is total TMI and I’m sorry, but I need to write it down. This morning, I heard her making some noise a little after 7. I looked on the monitor and could see she was out of bed, but she was also out of the camera’s view so I couldn’t see what she was doing. I went into her room and there she was sitting on the potty, having pulled her pull-up and pajama bottoms off. She said, “I pooped.” I was shocked. While she goes to her bathroom on the own every single day, this was the first time that she has woken up and done it by herself without anyone around. I. Loved. It. And I kinda wonder if it won’t happen again for a year.
She’s going to love the outhouse!