Life with Ella

Needless to say that having two children under the age of three makes our household a bit chaotic at times. But to be honest, I'm not sure Rach and I would have it any other way. Life with Ella right now is especially exciting/exhausting.

* For the past month or so we've really been hitting the potty training hard and she's done really well. Each time she actually does go on the toilet we make a big deal about it, cheering and telling her how proud we are of her for being such a big girl. Now whenever Rachel or I have to use the bathroom she charges right in behind us. She'll stand there the entire time just taking it all in. I feel like I should make some popcorn so she has something to snack on for the featured presentation. When we finish she has to confirm what actually just took place. "You poopied Daddy?" to which I acknowledge. A look of excitement envelopes her face as she reaches up and exclaims "I'm so proud of you!"

* Each night we put on her pajamas and a Pull Up before tucking her into bed and saying her prayers. Until recently when we'd check on her before going to bed ourselves, she'd basically be in the same position, minus the multitude of blankets she had kicked off and with her face plastered against one of her numerous baby dolls. Well now weren't those the good ol' days. Now when we go in we never know what we might stumble upon. See she now has this thing about going through her drawers after we leave and putting on a brand new outfit. Sometimes it's a completely different set of pajamas or a shirt with mismatched pants that even someone colorblind wouldn't attempt. It's almost like a game trying to guess what she'll be wearing when we walk in. I halfway expect one day for her to be wearing a Chuck E. Cheese costume, a Borat swimsuit, or a full suit of armor. Lately the most popular outfit has been simply nothing at all. We'll walk in to see her sprawled out on the bed, bare butt staring back at us. She doesn't realize that this isn't a beach in the south of France.

* She loves going to church because she gets to see Granddad. In fact two weeks ago in the nursery she got upset when they cut the video feed of the service to watch a VeggieTales DVD. They ended up transferring her to the nursery across the hall so she wouldn't miss a moment of his sermon and could hang on his every word. This past week was baptism Sunday which was a big deal for Ella. She kept saying how she wanted Granddad to lay her in the water. Later on she pointed at the tank and said that Granddad was swimming with Jesus. What can I say? She's a scholar.