Well apparently we're going to have to join a nudist colony. Because Zoey is now doing amazing with potty training... as long as she's naked. At least from the waist down anyway. She had 100% success rate with both #1 and #2 when I left the underwear/shorts off. I didn't even have to prompt her, she just goes in the bathroom and does her business in her little potty. She actually won't let me anywhere near her, she shuts the door in my face and says "Scoot, Scoot Mommy!" (That's what we say to the cats when we're trying to shoo them away). However, she still enjoys emerging with potty-insert in hand, filled with the fruits of her labor, holding it aloft as if she discovered the holy grail and brandishing it for all the world to see. Don't get me wrong, I'm gung ho on all of Zoey's achievements. I practically did a cartwheel the day she learned to use a fork (which almost landed me in the ER.... thirty-something year olds are not meant to do cartwheels. At least not without booze). I seriously have done some genuinely enthusiastic cheer numbers over the last couple days, this is a big milestone that moves her closer to being an independent functioning little person. I'm stoked, or else I wouldn't be writing a ridiculous daily blog about it - ha! But listen you have to draw the line somewhere. And that line is being presented with a fresh bowl of toilet twinkies. I have to maintain enthusiasm to give her a sense of a job well done, but let's just say it's a race to the flush.
It just occurred to me that it's going to be hilarious if she reads this as a teenager. *Note to self, save this for light-reading for her first date*
But I digress. Anyway, as soon as the clothes go on, it's like potty training never happened. So I'm just going to let her embrace naked time for a couple more days to let the concept percolate in her head.
In other news, Zoey & Finn had their first episode of chasing each other around the house. Finn was still holding onto the wall, but he was practically trotting after Zoey and she was laughing like crazy. Then they would switch and she would run after him, tickle him, and dance away again. They must have done about 47 laps around the house. That wore them out, they were totally spent and ready for bed by 6:30. They racked out right away and I haven't heard a peep from them since:
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