My papa's friend Sean gave me his nephew's potty. My mama was going to put it away because my legs can't touch when I'm sitting on it. Now that I can crawl though, she left it out downstairs next to the piano or the table where I like to stand up and play. Twice now, I have crawled over to it and pottied (with help).
On the other hand, I often kick and scream when my mama takes me potty. Sometimes I want to keep playing or maybe I feel uncomfortable. Whatever it is, I am still communicative about the potty. Sometimes I even sign and wait. I wait a good deal, actually.
So overall, I am starting to be more independent in this as well as everything else in my life.
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Hey Sheila!
Love to see you a very 'hands on' mom.You rock.Guess bhavaji (Gopinath) is the same too.She(Uma ) is very lucky.
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