We've been working on potty training with Kate which has proven to be quite a feat. First she wanted nothing to do with the potty she cried and cried for her diaper and resisted for months. I finally decided to just take the plunge and make her go in the potty. Sometimes she just needs a push and then she'll do it. She's actually done quite well and especially enjoys roaming our house naked.
Last night I headed out to do some shopping while Matt watched the girls. He had been upstairs putting Gabriella to bed while Kate was downstairs alone with her potty. When he came back downstairs Kate told him she had gone poopie. Matt went and looked in the potty to find it and it was gone. He asked Kate where it was and she told him she had flushed it down the toilet. He looked at her hand which happened to be covered in poop and then promptly and thoroughly washed them.
I arrived home not long after to an ecstatic little girl who was very proud of her accomplishment and to a husband who was wondering who taught her to pick it up and flush it. Lesson learned...in Kate's words: "We don't pick up poop anymore, it's icky."
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That is really gross, and pretty funny at the same time. At least she just flushed it away, and didn't decide to finger paint with it...I've heard horror stories about that before!
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