After a rough morning that consisted of a lot of tears (It's My Potty and I'll Cry if I Want To), a few accidents, and Gwen locking herself in the bathroom, we had a successful mid-afternoon. Gwen not only would tell us when she had to pee but she would head to the bathroom on her own. She also went to tumbling and remained dry (we had her in a pull up just in case). She's doing really well and I am proud of her. My fingers are crossed for the rest of the weekend.
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