Well, I'll tell you - the little gal in the house is turning out to be quite the big girl. A mere six months after I, the intelligently unchallenged and extremely talented Finley Skertich, mastered the art of the big girl potty, Mae is like, "Um, Fin, what the heck took you so long?"
This morning we were doing our regular routine. Dad was just about to leave, we were eating breakfast with Mom and waiting for Miss Stace and all of a sudden Mae is like, "Momma, potty." We get her out of her chair, she takes off her diaper, sits down and I read her a book. One book, that's all it took.
It continued throughout the day. With no prompting, no reinforcement stickers, no rewards, no book reading, no nothing - the wee wittle kid just took her own diaper off and walked over and went potty - FOUR FREAKING TIMES!
Don't mean to get graphic but I can hear all the doubters saying, "Yeah, right, Fin, like she really went in there." Well, what's up now, haters?!
