
UberElder, however, was a talker long before she was ready for the potty.
UberElder was two years old when I was pregnant with her little sister. By Christmas time, I was entering the third trimester and I was tiring easier. Many nights, I would put UberE in the bathtub in the Master bedroom, leave the door open so I could watch her, and lay down on my bed.
I listened while UberE happily splashed and played, until I heard her proudly announce, "Mommy! Come look! I made an ORNAMENT!"
So I waddled into the bathroom to find she had pooped in the bathtub, in a bumpy, conical form that resembled a pine cone.
While any parent will tell you this is a less than ideal circumstance -- you have to remove the poopy, scrub the tub with bleach, and re-bathe your child as quickly as possible -- at least I did so "laughing all the way."