Avery has figured out her own formula for knowing when she's got to go numero dos. No more false alarms here. She told me, "The hot toots mean I need to go poo. The cold toots mean I need to play." Smart girl.
Now if she'd just figure out a way to speed up the actual pooing process I wouldn't feel like I was living my life in the bathroom. I need to be more patient about it, but really, how long does it take!?! I'm pretty sure she drags it out as long as possible because she has a captive audience: me. Yesterday I got so frustrated that Avery had to tell me, "Count to ten. You'll feel better."
I did, and she was right. This is still better than changing diapers. Isn't it?
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