Baby Gates and Towels

Julia is mystified with the new baby gates. Came to stare at me in the kitchen and started hissing at me to tell me she had to go poo. Now that she can open the fridge we put gates up to keep her out.

She thinks all remotely round food is "apple." She's already gone in there to put fang marks in grapefruit and was after an onion the other time. So... def. baby gates. Can't have her sampling all the produce at random searching for the elusive apple!

Seems happy with her potty performances. Uses a potty, stands up to look inside, claps, points, and last night took her potty bucket to Daddy and announced "See? See?" He duly admired her pee and pleased, she walked off to fling it into the toilet and tried to flush it away.

I'm not ready to trust her yet with this so I always follow to make sure she carries the potty bucket upright.

She's got the hand washing idea down. Stands by the side of the tub waiting for someone to turn the tub faucet on for her.

But she doesn't want any other towel than the towel on the rack by the door. If there's no towel, she gets upset. I try to point out other towels in the bathroom liek on the rack by the window or her baby towel on her doorknob. While Julia nods and agrees they are towels, she only wants to use a towel if it is on the rack by the door.

Weirdo.

Funny one -- had her in panties in the afternoon. She was playing, started to pee in her panties, grabbed her crotch and shouted "Uh oh!" and ran off to find her bedroom potty. Finished the pee in there. Panties got all wet, but that's ok.

She's still trying to sort out the problem of taking her panties off by herself.

That "Uh oh!" was priceless though. Ha.