Onto every toddler's bathroom floor some poop must fall.

Right?

All of a sudden she's into potties.  

But it's far from seamless, like yesterday when she didn't want to sit down then did a standing turd in the little corner where she's standing below.  

We're of the "No pressure, but isn't this fun?" camp of potty training.

She's into sitting, reading a book, dumping the products of her success into the toilet, flushing, washing her hands ("wub-wub-wub"), and moving on with her day.  

We ordered 3 $10 potties for my mom and dad's houses - so they can share the joy.  

It was pretty fun to open the box.

And everyone wanted to try them out.

Since she's so mature now, we put her to work outside.  

We kept her out of the cement mixing.  

There have been some fantastic Fall Creek playground days.  Judging by the attire, this must have been Sunday. 

First Hawks poop. 

Yesterday we went to adventure camp, aka, "Karen and Dre's house" and did baby slacklining and Yo Gabba Bounce-housing.   (All photo credits to Karen.)

She did her observation period for a few minutes, watching how the 4 2yos handled this craziness...

...then got in on the action.

I just want to take a second to say how in love with this little kid we are.  She's got the sweetest, most robust and loving nature, is a growingly squeezy hugger, uses a few new words a day, goes with the flow, stands up for herself (perhaps a little more aggressively than will fly on the Montessori playground next week), bounces back with giggles from big head bonks, eats spicy hummous like a champ, sleeps like a champ (last night excepted), and so clearly loves being here in this life that we get to spend our days feeling like total parental successes.  It's really gratifying and peaceful and exciting to love her.  

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, are we ever lucky!  

And we've only known her for a year and a half.  

xo