Yesterday we got in the mail a little plastic potty. I know what it's for. But pulling down pants and wiping and all that takes so much time...I'd rather stretch out this diaper gig for a while longer.
Yes, it's not only a potty, but it doubles as a stool! Can you dig it?
I eventually got up the nerve to sit on it. It was OK but don't get used to this mama.
As a bonus, the box that my potty came in is the perfect size for a clubhouse! Mama put a door and some windows in it, and voila! A tiny retreat for me. 
My pajama shirt got wet at about the same time I pooped so when mama and I went upstairs to change, she asked me to pick out the shirt I wanted to wear. I found my chicken shirt in the closet, left over from Halloween. Mama thinks I look like Big Bird. I don't know who that is.
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