Day one of camp potty wasn't horrible, but wasn't great: 5 flushes, 4 cleanups.
Yesterday was much better: 10 flushes, 4 cleanups.
Today (as of 4:30), she seems to be getting the gist: 6 flushes, 2 cleanups.
Most of the cleanups involve poop, unfortunately, which I'm betting will take a while to master. And so far she's only going when we ask her to; she's still never decided to go on her own, but that's ok with me.
Ok, I'll stop pretending that that's what you came here for. Here's my lessthanstellar outfit (a little too casual for Palm Sunday than I'd prefer, but the weather's weird today and I'm reserving the nicer ones for Holy Week):
*gosh, I feel like I'm full of excuses today. what's with me?*
Gray tank: Old Navy maternity
Black Vneck: Old Navy maternity
Belt: Old Navy
Jeans: Old Navy maternity
Simon Jude: 34 weeks
Thanks for stopping by and pretending to be interested in the potty training adventures of my 2.5 year old. Bless your heart.