Its Progress, People

Pea is a stubborn little bird. Recently, she has been pretty insistent that she is NOT a big girl.

She is, she claimed, a little girl with little feet. Hard to argue the logic of this with my vertically challenged 3-1/2 year old.

And since she was not a big girl, she could not sleep under her covers.

Or wear her new shoes.

Or go on the potty.

We’ve not been as much pushing the individual things as much as point out all the things about her friends that are big girl related. One friend has the same shoes. All her friends are potty trained. (Gotta use peer pressure while it works for me, and not against me.)

Last week, she finally referred to herself as a “big girl with little feet”.


Noticing that she covers herself up when she is snuggling under Mommy’s comforter, I asked her if she had a soft comforter, if she would cover herself up, too. She said yes.

I warned her that if she didn’t cover herself up, the quilt would go back on her bed – and pulled out (drumroll) the Disney princess bedspread I carted over from Tar-jay. She squealed, climbed into bed, and covered herself up, yelling “Daddy, look at me, I did it, I did it!”

Two days later, dressed in her favorite new Dora dress, I asked her if she wanted to wear her new shoes like Jessica’s. “Yes”, she said. “I don’t want to wear my Crocs any more”.

Once I picked myself up off the floor, where I had fallen in a state of shock, I brought her her new shoes. Pink t-strap shoes, with purple cherries on top, decorated with sequins. I mean, who doesn’t love a little sequins in an every day shoe?

She put them on. “Look at me”.

We went to school. “Look at my shoes” she said to anyone who would listen. Her teachers praised her. She and Jessica compared shoes together.

While she showed her little feet to her friends, her teacher and I plotted. Potty training. Big encouragement for all her friends when they went pee. Her teacher also made a big fuss after changing for swimming about all her friends pretty panties. I suppose anyone overhearing her might find it odd, but I appreciate it.

(I digress here, but – can you imagine – 3 teachers getting 18 3-4 year olds into swimsuits, and then dried off and dressed? They are saints in my book…)

Baby steps. I’m so proud of my big girl with little feet!

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