You're Killin' Me!

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Remember kid, there's heroes and there's legends.
Heroes get remembered but legends never die,
follow your heart kid, and you'll never go wrong.

~ "The Babe" from The Sandlot

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Daughter of the year #2 has turned two.  Enough said!  She is so smart, funny and absorbs absolutely everything around her.  I love how she makes us appreciate the humor in life and not to take things too seriously.

Around Christmastime, we begin using the term "You're killin' me smalls."  We both love the movie The Sandlot.  It's so fitting for her so we kept saying it well afterwards.  We must use it a lot.

She is also potty training.  Ugh.  I can't complain, as she's been fairly easy given the number of times her sister has traipsed her into the bathroom to give her the step by step process of going potty.  She really looks up to her big sister.  It just adds a whole other element to our life, which means asking every 15 minutes if she has to go.
 
How could I have forgotten this is the most tiresome process of potty training?!?!  It's not the accidents or the messes in the bathroom.  Yes, they happen.  It is the robotic like preciseness with which we ask every so few minutes if our youngster needs to potty.  I can be mid-sentence, see a little dance out of the corner of my eye, and pop a "Do you have to go potty?" right into the middle without skipping a beat.
 
So, we decided to just dive right in and send daughter of the year #2 to daycare in underwear.  She appeared ready, and we thought we should at least try and see what happens.  This leads to even more asking about going potty.  Sigh...

On Monday, daughter of the year #2 was running around the house like a crazy kid while dad of the year asked with his robotic-ness every 15 minutes if she had to go potty.  Somewhere between packing daughter of the year #1's backpack for school, making lunch, and using our new Keurig coffee maker, we must have missed how many times we asked.

As daughter of the year rounded the corner into our kitchen, dad of the year asked for what must have been the 5th time in less than 15 minutes, "Do you have to go potty?"
 
To which she swiftly responded without skipping a beat in her oh so sweet little voice, "You're kimmin' me malls!"

I nearly fell over with laughter as did dad of the year.  Yep, she soaks it all in and then decides to let it all seep out as the most opportune of times.  I sure do see a class clown in our future.  Which will be an interesting contrast to our rule follower.
 
Lord help us!  

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