So, YaYa has been running around the house in just a t-shirt, with her little bare bum above her little legs, the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Through many wiped up puddles, and even one floor-turd, we've been rewarded with two full pees in the toilet. And I think she's starting to get it, through the wild applause, the treats I shamelessly bribe her with, and my constant reminders. It doesn't seem so bad, though. Everything seems simpler the second time around.
YaYa is coming up with her very own sayings, though. She doesn't yet have the strange imagination of Kid A, but she does have her little unique way of saying words, and is coming up with YaYa-isms.
Like, "O-day." (Okay)
Or, my personal favorite, when we're walking outside and it feels prickly to her: "I dan't do it in my bare wheats." (I can't do it in my bare feet.)
Or, "Is it mines?"
Or, "I have my berry bum." (Bare bum) Yes she does. Here's hoping for even more pee, maybe even a poo, making it to the toilet.