"I WANNA POTTY TEAT!"
The Rooster recently discovered that using the potty results in sugar delivery in the form of a potty treat.
Girlfriend is suddenly ALL ABOUT THE POTTY.
[My little Pavlovian.]
Right out of the box she has demonstrated an expertise at rationing her pee.
She asks to use the potty, deposits one tablespoon of liquid in it and demands a potty treat.
[Over and over all day long.]
Make no mistake, I'm not complaining.
My not-yet-two-year-old girl has decided to potty train herself?
Here's a whole freaking bag of candy, Roo.
Potty training Rooster hadn't yet occurred to K and I, but we're excited.
There is much yelling,
"Hurray! You made pee pee on the potty!!"
She is very proud.
[And WAY sugared up.]
Yesterday she ran out to the hall and stood in front of the full length mirror admiring.
She swayed from side to side and started singing.
Her dance became increasingly animated and her voice more robust as she established a level of confidence in her chorus.
With arms raised and waving in the air, her voice rang out with these lyrics,
PEE COMES OUT MY GYNA!"
With song and dance she celebrated her equipment all morning.
Oh, the awesomeness of the gyna!
P.S. -- What better place than a post about awesome vaginas to make sure you know that Crank Mama (remember - the woman with the HOTNESS?) moved her blog here. Check it out!