Potty Training
It looks like my theory on potty training is right, at least so far. After ignoring all the grama's pressures to force Hollace to potty train, I went with my instinct to let her tell me when she is ready. Well she was ready the first week in December when something clicked with her and started going in the potty. She doesn't even tell me, she just goes in and does it and maybe mentions it afterwards.
It has been 2 weeks now and we haven't looked back. No accidents. She uses big potties while out and about with no problem. The other day at ArtWorks she went and did a #2 in the big toilet and only told dad afterwards.
She still wears the diaper at bed time but after last night it wasn't too wet and her first potty of the day was a full pot, so maybe not too long there either.
Speaking about last night. Miss Hollace had the stomach flu. About an hour after going to bed (and complaining about a tummy ache) she exploded, threw up everywhere. Poor thing, she was upset. We sat in the living room till midnight with her telling me her famous "knock knock" jokes (i.e., knock, knock; who's there?; banana; banana who?; orange!) between waves of nausea.
This morning she started out fine but did throw up twice. The second time we just went to the bathroom to get Advil because it looked like she had a headache but instead the pained look on her face was because she was about to toss her cookies. I seen that and aimed, held her over the toilet and whoosh it went in! Good catch.