Lily is growing up much too quickly for my taste. Doesn’t she realize that she’s the baby and I want her to stay that way? Lately she’s been letting me know that she’s ready to be potty-trained. Shouldn’t I be the one telling her, and not the other way around? She keeps taking off her pants and her diapers, and then throwing the diapers in the trash, a less-than-subtle hint. Today I finally convinced her to leave the diaper on, but then she put on a pair of her sister’s undies over the diaper. Yes, Lily, I get the hint. It’s just that you’re my baby and I want you to slow down a little. ‘kay?
She’s also a budding chef!
Isn’t she precious?