The Number 3!!

Happy Birthday my sweet baby girl Morgan!! I know if you could read right now you would tell me I not a baby! I'm a big gurl! Yes you are big and I love you to the sun around the earth and moon!!

Big Girl Pants

Potty training SUCKS....the end.

Not sure what I was thinking would happen, maybe perhaps one day Morgan would get up and say well hey you know the diaper thing just not the way I roll anymore...how about I put on a pair of those cute mermaid panties and we can call it a day. Or we could just go down this long road of wearing pull-ups, convince me every time she will not pee in them until the next time she does. Then I cringe at the fact those pull-ups are a poor excuse for a big girl panty, not to mention sucking the budget down the drain. Who am I fooling it is pains takingly time consuming to get her little butt on the pot. Most signs point to the ready mark but then it points to all fail. As if the sleeping schedule and bottle feeding to holding a fork on her own the past two years wasn't enough now this!
The "big" girl stage has raged its' ugly head and is headed straight for me. My independent head strong little girl has now entered the "i do it myself" part of the game. From clothes to shoes I tread lightly very lightly, because I never know if it is my turn or hers. I will gladly take back the 2 year old stage cause I have a feeling 3 years is gonna be a bitch.