
Happy Halloween.
More pics to come...
It was a frightening night. There were jack-o'-lanterns, bats, ghosts, and black cats that soon became tasty snacks. They were cut and baked then iced and 



































Remember how I said in this post that I wasn't sure why Caitie decided to start using the potty chair/big-scary-toilet, that I was just happy she had decided to do so? Well, I now remember why... it wasn't just the potty charts and stickers, they helped, but most of the credit goes to these purty undies. Well, they are pretty, but the main reason she gave in was because I put a pair on her one day, told her if she had 'to go', she would have to go in her potty chair or 'it' would get on her brand new undies, run down her legs, and end up on the floor. She wasn't too thrilled with that, and after having only two 'accidents', she started using her potty chair/big-scary-toilet consistently. If you're trying to get a stubborn, terrified-of-the-toilet-because-her-mom-had-a-mental-breakdown-with-one-of-the-toilets-and-she-witnessed-it-at-the-tender-age-of-two daughter, you might want to try this approach. Hey, I'm just sayin'. I'm not one that gives a hoot about reaching a milestone at a certain age, and I wasn't going to put undue stress on Caitie to succeed just because a book, blog, or other mothers said it should be done by 'this or that age', but I must admit that I'm glad it happened before she turned 18; yep, I sure am glad about that.


