A quiet night time trip to the potty!

Last night Hannah was pretty restless, and I finally figured out that she needed to be taken to the potty. My inclination was to just stay in bed, because it had been a very exhausting day, but she was going to hold it until I took her. A very good thing, really! The best thing was that when I took her she did not make a single sound, when she usually fusses. It was so lovely and quiet! She even pooped! I'm hoping for more quiet nights! I reluctantly take her when I do, because she usually cries.

It all came together!

This evening Hannah made her potty sound (her version of s-s) and I took her to her potty, she sat on it, and peed! It was very cool! She's done that a couple of times, but mostly she either tells me after she's peed, or she tells me she needs to pee but refuses the potty. So it was neat that it all came together. It made me realize that there really is a lot to telling someone you need to go potty, waiting for them to take you, and then going! She seems to prefer to go in a general area, rather than sitting on the potty. The backyard seems to be an agreeable place for both of us, although my first choice is obviously that she go in a potty of some kind! The awareness is definitely there, and the communication is definitely there, and if I had different expectations, everything would be just fine!

Photo!

I finally took another picture of Hannah on her potty! This bunny potty is pretty cool, she likes it at least! She's almost 15 months old in this photo. Chewing on a container of dental floss, I believe.

Car trip!

For some reason, even though Hannah has mostly been refusing the potties at home, she'll go in her car potty. It's pretty cool! We went to the zoo today, and she went in her little potty before we went in. The potty is deep enough so that I don't have to empty it until we get home if I don't have a chance to empty it sooner. So I was driving home, remembering that I had her potty in the back seat, and for some reason decided to glance back there, and I saw the new cheetah puppet that I'd just bought (ostensibly for her, but I love puppets!) and he was in there head first. Sorry cheetah! I needed to wash him anyway.