Quotes from a potty trainer

Spring finally seems to have arrived today. Upon my return home from work  Nola Jean and I get ready to take Chloe for a walk.
Chloe needs to walk, she needs to find that piece of spring she has been waiting for all winter.
As we get ready to get in the stroller, Nola decides that she can't sit in the stroller.  She is told that yes, she will sit in the stroller, after a day of work grams isn't sure she could catch her if she decided to walk faster than I!
Nola can't sit... she is working on the potty training -but, there seems to be a problem that will need to be changed before she can sit - before we can go on our adventure.
Okay, diaper is changed...
We leave for our walk.  Nola is all buckled into her stroller, purple shoes on, Jesus cares hat pulled over her curls, and, of course her pink purse filled with goods.
As we are walking I remember the picture of her up in the cupboard.  All you can see is her little legs,  her momma named the picture "busted".  Nola's answer is "I'm not doing anything, I am just checking!"  In this cupboard are the jelly beans, the ones used for the potty training.
I think of all her little 2 1/2 year old sayings...
"I'm going down for a nap"
"Manny Man' (man oh man)
"Do ya"
"I not doing something" (when she is clearly getting into something!)
"my tummy ache flew away"
and of course when she seriously puts her hand on her chin, and is contemplating, she will so sweetly ask "what do you think?"
...and we keep walking, and then we arrive at that special place where she can ban the stroller and use her little legs.
I keep walking, holding the dog chain and pushing the stroller...
"stop the road, stop the road!!"
I stop the stroller and she begins to pick up rocks and put them into her pink purse.  Soon, we need to take out all of the prepackaged goods and put them in the stroller pocket...
 there will not be room for the other treasures that were neatly packed.
"stop the road, stop the road!!"
... she takes her thumb and pointer and carefully picks up each rock, she explains to me that she is "picking up eggs for her momma"
"is this a pretty, shiney rock gramma pammie?"
"oh, gramma pammie, look, it's a pretty one, it is for you gramma pammie, do you like it?"
With the pink purse almost full of rocks, she see's a swirl (or as we later sound out... squirrel!).  She runs to where it is and he jumps into the next tree, as she runs to the next tree, he goes on to the next...
finally we decide it is a baby squirrel looking for his momma - we can't touch him, but we can sure enjoy dreaming of where he might go next.  As she puts her hands up by her ears she says
"what is that noise gramma pammie?".  It is a bird, he is talking to the squirrel, together they are trying to figure out where momma is.  Look Nola, it is a Robin...
"no, it's not  Robin, it is a bird gramma pammie.  It is a hawk"
Oh I say it is! I think it is a chicken hawk!
"no, its not a chicken gramma pammie, it is a hawk!"
and so it goes...
we head home so momma can see the eggs we have picked for her,
so we can tell momma about the swirls and the hawks.
And I think to myself...
"WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WORLD"