MPH

I still marvel at the intelligence of a two year old.

She is cunning, sneaky, coniving . . . which is probably why she and the cat can't seem to get along.

To set the premise for the story meet the I must tell you about the Mr. Potato Head plan. For christmas, someone got the bright idea to give my daughter a Mr. Potato Head accessory pack. The plan was brilliant, except we don't have a Mr. Potato Head. Said cunning intelligent child immediately recognize what these pieces were for (I saw a Mr. Potato Head at daycare a few days later . . .) and kept asking in a small sniffly voice where her "Tomato" was.

So I decided to buy her one . . they can't be more than $5-7 dollars right?

Wrong.

The only Mr. Potato Head dolls that I could find where an R2-D2 potato head for $15, an Optimus Prime spud for $11 and a Santa spud for $7 on clearance and the BIG BAD POTATO depicted above.

The 80th anniversary Delux Mr. Potato Set. The Potato is about 2 feet tall, the hat comes off so that you can get to the pieces inside, and you can remove the eyes, mouth, nose, and ears from the container itself. From here I out I will dub the big guy MPH.

So I broke down and bought MPH for $18. Not a bad deal considering the amount of pieces you get compared to the five pieces with the other small spuds. I told Alaina she could pick out a piece everytime she went potty in the toilet and two pieces for everytime she went poop.

So on to our Goldilock adventure this morning. . . .

Joy of all joys, she woke up with a dry pull up so I corralled her immediately into the bathroom where we had to fuss with whether to use the big toilet or her little potty, first sitting on one and then the other.

This of course was a big improvement over yesterday, where when I praised her for having a dry pull up, she demanded to be changed. I said she didn't need to be changed because she was dry, so she paused, pottied in her dry pull up right then and there and demanded to be changed because she was now wet . . .

sigh

Anyway, back to goldilocks

The toilet was too big - so we pottied in the potty chair for the first time in months. But she wanted to prove that she was actually going potty, so she proceeded to try and show me while she was going, creating a bit of a mess.

The stepping stool was too small to use to wash her hands - So I had to fetch the chair from her table. But because she wanted to get it all by herself and I wanted to hurry, we comprimised and I brought it from the other room to the doorway to the bathroom and she carried it to the sink.

And since she did everything just right . . .she reminded me that she could pick out another piece for MPH. She hasn't remembered this deal since we bought MPH on Jan 1st, but this morning as we were running late, it was very important to get her pieces out because she had forgotten to get one last night so she was rewarded with 2 arms.

The morning progressed at a crawl as she demanded a drink of milk, then a drink of water, her gummy vitamins, two scobby snack, her makeup (transluscent powder and shiny chapstick), and two ponies (pigtails) on her head, and more scoobies.

I caved on all demands except the pigtails.