So now when Cora comes running to me announcing, "I have to go potty", Quinn makes a beeline for the one downstairs bathroom, ripping down her pants and diaper and hiking onto the potty before Cora. She sits there and smiles. She makes a little water noise with her mouth. She reaches for toilet paper to wipe. She enjoys her spot on the throne as long as possible.
One time she actually managed to tinkle while sitting there, but it only happened once (maybe twice now), and we think it purely coincidence.
The good news is, it doesn't typically upset Cora.
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Last night, we had an impromptu neighborhood "party". It was REALLY cold for Charleston (like 30 degrees), and I declared that I really didn't even want to leave the house all day. I texted a few neighbors, found us all in the same boat, and I declared a potluck cookout at our house, with only the guys going outside to deal with the grill. The little Shellpoint kids (this time, 9 of them, all 5 and under) made a huge playground of the house. It was chaotic, but there was only bleeding once, and it was a legit nosebleed (imagine 8 mommies sitting back down at once - a nose bleed isn't an injury, afterall, so there was no justice to be doled out and no misbehavior to nip in the bud).
It's times like this when I am glad that we haven't put a dining room table in the dining room yet - where would all of these kids play?
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