Yup, that's how much pee I found in the "wittle potty" this morning.
I was folding laundry and Princess came over to me and said "wittle potty". So after figuring out what exactly she wanted - little potty in mommy and daddy's room while watching Pooh and eating orange Tic Tacs - I removed her diaper and let her sit while I finished folding laundry. A couple of minutes later she came back to me. I asked her if she went on the potty. Of course she said "yes" so we went to check it out. Sure enough there were two little drops! I inspected the carpet all around and didn't find any wet spots. So we called daddy and made a big deal of it.
It's a start. Hmm - maybe she's ready now. Just kidding. I am going to wait. And I promise this is the last potty-training story you will have to read on my blog for a while.
4 comments:
No! Don't stop with the stories! They are utterly charming and a refreshing break from the pre-teen angst we go through at our house!
2 cute!
I agree with M - only ours isn't angst, it's body functions and thumping of chests and tackles and grunts. Lots of grunts!
I agree with the rest keep them coming. It helps us remember those moments when our kids were somewhat trainable. Now we are just handing on for dear life with pre-teens.
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