So, I am upstairs and I hear, "Mommy, I'm all done!" Hmm, all done cutting your own hair? All done feeding your brother things he shouldn't eat? I had been upstairs for all of 5 minutes, so surely it couldn't be too bad. Here is what I come down to find:
Grace had apparently gotten herself up onto the potty (complete with reading material) and was done doing her business. I wonder what she needs me for? Oh, wiping. Well, at least I'm need for something.
And apparently also for kissing our first major boo boo.
Grace had apparently gotten herself up onto the potty (complete with reading material) and was done doing her business. I wonder what she needs me for? Oh, wiping. Well, at least I'm need for something.
And apparently also for kissing our first major boo boo.
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I know how you feel. I always tell people that Elly is either just raising herself or raising both of us at the same time! With all of my medical issues potty training has been very hit-or-miss in our house so I basically let her run around in the buff (which she LOVES) and the child has essentially potty trained herself. The other day she goes running by me in the kitchen and she’s headed for the bathroom. I asked her where she was going and she told me "to the potty" like I was the biggest fool on earth. Not thirty seconds later she's back and says, "I went potty. I need a marshmallow." Who's in charge here???? :o)
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