Go potty

I'm not allowed to wear my sweatshirt anymore, because it's officially Isabella's. Maybe she'll grow into it. 

We've started potty training. Went out and bought a lot of underwear. She's been very good about going potty at day care the last two days - she and another girl, Katie, are cheering each other on. But not so good at home - screaming "no" when asked if she wants to sit on the potty. Sigh. But she does seem to get it.

We're getting really long sentences - "Daddy go upstairs get sweatshirt for mommy". And she can repeat almost anything you say, for better or for worse.

We had a holiday party at work, so Isabella got a bit dressed up. Unfortunately, she spent most of the time saying "want to go home, get in car" and refused to be put down. Unfortunately, Bill had to make a last minute dash out to the hospital to get the next round of drugs so it was just me for an hour. And, of course, when dad showed up she didn't want to go home anymore. I suppose the very large oatmeal cookie had something to do with that.

She's getting good at jumping - she likes to hang on to our hands and jump up and down on the bed/couch really high. Not to mention playing chase around the kitchen.