Mila has become a rockstar in the bathroom. She announces to all she needs to utilize the facilities, and off she goes. She is very proud of herself; she'll even show you.
Unrolling the toilet paper, however, still foils her. The other day I went to try to find the end of the roll, and found this. I found it somewhat art-like. When I questioned her, she looked seemed puzzled, as if I should have figured it out on my own. "Just a rippy, Mommy. See?"
We bought her this little tricycle last year. She just loved to pretend she could ride. She'd sit on it, and I'd push her. It was great fun for all. As the snow has been melting, the bike has emerged. I took off the training blocks, she pushed left, she pushed right and away she went.
The only way that I could get her to go inside for a nap was to promise that she could come back and show off her new skill to Gramma and Grampa.
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