Something BIG happened last week, but I've been so hesitant to talk about it for fear of jyxning myself.
But I am so proud and so damn happy that I'm going to burst if I don't shout it from the rooftops (also known as this blog): ROO IS POTTY TRAINED!
Just picture me screaming that and then sighing with utter happiness afterwards.
Because I do that a lot (the sighing, not screaming).
I watch her in her big girl undies and sigh.
I help her onto the potty and sigh.
I wipe her tushy and I sigh.
It's a fantastic feeling.
I wanted to make sure that it was a pretty concrete thing before I posted about it because I was so afraid, especially after all the attempts we've (me) have gone through.
The funny thing was I just read a book the other day about your child's sense style and it stated that Roo's style (tactile) would resist potty training and then when it finally clicked, it would happen fast... and it did!
I had just happened to order her a Diego potty seat (she didn't want the Dora one) and when it arrived I asked if she wanted to try it out, she did... and it just clicked!
Ever since that day she's gone on the potty (yes, we've had a handful of accidents but that's not a big concern anymore).
And I find myself sighing some more.
I am so damn happy.
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