That's right. I woke up and rather than wait for my Momma to come get me, I went wandering around the house. I found my Momma in the bathroom putting on eye makeup. My comment? "Momma! Today I want have a moustache! A brown one!"
Well, folks, here it is. Handlebars and all. It survived breakfast, but didn't get much past 10am...
These, by the way are my friends Holden, Ezra and Tori. We are showing off the paper bag puppets my Momma made with us!
And here is my dry-diaper chart. I have pooped in the potty every single time for the last month now, so I think I officially count as "#2 trained"... now we need to work on keeping my diaper dry, too! For every dry diaper I get to color a pair of underwear on my chart. 10 dry diapers mean that I get an ice cream. And when I have had 50 dry diapers I get the little German "walking bike" I was supposed to get for my birthday, but couldn't because our household goods were still in shipment. (my Momma and Dad have been waiting for a good excuse to give it to me, because by next year it will be too small!)
Well, folks, here it is. Handlebars and all. It survived breakfast, but didn't get much past 10am... 
These, by the way are my friends Holden, Ezra and Tori. We are showing off the paper bag puppets my Momma made with us! 
And here is my dry-diaper chart. I have pooped in the potty every single time for the last month now, so I think I officially count as "#2 trained"... now we need to work on keeping my diaper dry, too! For every dry diaper I get to color a pair of underwear on my chart. 10 dry diapers mean that I get an ice cream. And when I have had 50 dry diapers I get the little German "walking bike" I was supposed to get for my birthday, but couldn't because our household goods were still in shipment. (my Momma and Dad have been waiting for a good excuse to give it to me, because by next year it will be too small!)
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