Potty!

For the past week or so, Elisa has been curious about going potty. Occassionally informing me that she went in her diaper, so I decided to set out her potty chair and just see what she did. So, the past few days she has been having fun just sitting on it, fully clothed. Tonight, she tried to open the bathroom door (we have to keep it closed as she loves to play in there!) and said, "potty?" I wanted to get her ready for bed, but I agreed she could sit on it. Well, she refused to get up. I was picking up a few thing in the bathroom when all of a sudden, she ran out of the bathroom bare naked and screamed, "potty!" I looked up and she had a huge smile on her face. And yep, she did it. She was so excited that she sat back down on the chair and looked up at me, like expecting to do it again.

I think it was just a fluke and it surprised her just as much as it did me...not sure that we are really going to be ready for potty training quite yet, but it's a good start.

Speaking spanish, fighting colds and talking up a storm

That's Elisa in a nutshell. After 2 weeks in Central America she repeats so many Spanish words and constantly asks for "Ita, Ito, Wendy and Rigo." Translation: Abuelita, Abuelito, Aunt Wendy and Uncle Rodrigo. We had a great time and it went by much too quickly. I will be posting some pics soon.

The first week our little one got sick. We ended up taking her to a pediatrician in El Salvador, which I wasn't too thrilled about, but with an ear infection, it was necessary. She still has a cold, but I know the sudden change in temps isn't helping her out much. Going from 2 weeks of 70 to 80 degree beautiful weather and going outside every day to snow and locked inside, thankfully, I don't believe in Groundhog's Day. Come on, Spring!

The second week of our vacation, Wil and I took a much need "honeymoon" to Costa Rica so I could see where he spent 15 years of his life. Wil actually considers himself Costa Rican and I can definitely see why. He acts like and even speaks like 'em. And "ticos" speak another language...they have so many words and phrases appropriate to their country that I had trouble understanding. But thankfully, I had my "tico" translator with me the entire time. Costa Rica was beautiful, I can see why many Americans and Canadians retire there, but the roads are awful. It takes double the time to get somewhere (for example a 15 minute drive probably takes 45 minutes) because the roads are so narrow and there are quite a few potholes. The weather in some places also can be about 60 degrees because of the high altitutes. Wil told me to bring a jacket and I am glad I did. The beaches are also beautiful, but nothing like I imagined...granted, we only went to a handful of them. But, there aren't a lot of signs guiding tourists and many don't even have real roads leading to them. I think that is Costa Rica's way of preserving their best of the best.