The Princess v. The Potty

Here is a small sampling of Emme's three year old pictures. There are a grand total of 81. I am amazed at how wonderful they turned out considering that Emme was not exactly a willing participant. Lucky for me, my sister is a fantastic photographer and has enough patience and love for my child to endure the grueling experience of trying to take her picture. I swear, if it wasn't for Sandy taking my kids' pictures, there would be no pictures of them at all.

I need to get Carson's pictures made too, but he is more reluctant than Emerson. He does not want to wear anything that I would consider "picture worthy" and really, really does not want to take time out of his busy Nintendo playing schedule to accommodate the wishes of his mother. I told him that someday he is going to complain that we only have pictures of Emme. And when that day comes, I will gladly remind him that it is his own fault. The only evidence I have that he existed last year was the pictures that Sandy took as well as a perfect digital rendering of what Carson looks like when constipated that Lifetouch had the nerve to charge $26.00 for.

But I digress, back to Emme. She is three now and no closer to being potty trained than the last time I posted (which was a million years ago, I know, but I've been really busy). On Sunday, she wore panties all day with only one accident. Just when I started thinking that maybe we were making progress, she came strolling out of my bedroom wearing a Pull-Up. Somewhat befuddled, I asked her why was she not wearing panties. She explained, oh, so matter of factly, that she needed to poop, so she changed. Uh, are you seeing the problem here? My 3 year old daughter has the presence of mind to take off her pretty panties so as not to mess them up, go get a Pull-Up, pull them up, promptly poop, and come on out so that I can change her. But, this same child, cannot expend one ounce of effort to simply go sit on the potty. I am bewildered on what to do next. I think that I may have missed the window of potty training opportunity and now it has just become a battle of wills. A battle which I am woefully losing.

In other Emme news, she is growing like a weed and is in the 75% in height and 10% in weight. She still loves the Disney Princesses and all things girly. She loves to dress up and have tea parties with anyone who will oblige. Her favorite movie is still Spiderman and her favorite cartoon is Spongebob. She likes dancing and music and the color pink. She paints her fingernails about 10 times a week and loves to capture people and stick them in her "booty shop" chair. She has made one friend, "La", and has even enjoyed one real play date.

Potty training aside, I think we may keep her.