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Darling Puddin’ Pop,

I know I’m always telling you how proud of you I am.  It’s the truth.  You amaze me every day with all the things you do.  I am especially proud of your independent spirit and your willingness and insistence on doing things for yourself.

We are still working on the potty training thing.  I’m taking my cues from you.  No stress.  You just let me know when you have to go, and sometimes you just go by yourself.  We’ll continue to work on the whole pulling up of the pants.  I’ll also continue to remind you about not needing to completely disrobe before going potty and the unacceptability of staying that way after your done.

Two nights ago you awoke and came to let me know you needed to use the potty.  Way to go!  Last night you did the same and I was once again so proud.  By the 7th time in one hour (no lie), at 1:00am, I was begging you to just go in your pull up.  I’m sorry for that.  Mommy was just super tired and and the couple of drops you tinkled hardly made it worth it for me.  But it’s really not about me, is it?  I’m glad you made me get up and take you.  I’m even more elated that it didn’t last more than an hour and thankful that you weren’t getting a UTI.

I hope you will be able to sleep better tonight… in the bathtub… next to the potty.

I love you,

Mom