Now if only Bekah would back me up.
Take for example the other day at the supermarket. I ran into a friend that I hadn't seen in quite some time. She was commenting on how big Rebekah was getting so of course that was my cue.
"Oh, she's such a big girl," I start. "She's potty trained and just last night she counted to ten all by herself."
My friend seemed impressed.
"Bekah, can you say Hello to Lisa?" I said with much enthusiasm.
Bekah gives her a blank stare.
"Hello, Rebekah. How are you?" Lisa smiles.
More blank staring.
"One, two...." I started hoping that my baby would jump right in and finish counting. Surely my sweet little girl wouldn't let me down at a time like this!
I counted, sang and danced for about five more minutes with no results. Lisa tried to hide her skepticism as she said goodbye. Just as I turned the corner Bekah told me "I need to go potty". Of course Lisa was no where within hearing distance.
So we hurried to the bathroom. Bekah sits on the pot and starts singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". Great. No one to hear my sweet, adorable daughter except me and the spider on the wall. Then I hear someone walk in. She's going to hear my daughter sing!
"I need to make a terd," my daughter loudly announced. I felt my face getting bright red. This isn't exactly the kind of thing I was hoping she'd say. Soon after that another lady walks in.
"Peeewwww!" my daughter said loudly and then started to repeat what she said before. Rebekah went into full detail about her bathroom experience,
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