We stayed in all morning as the Ikea delivery was due. If I had known they would not come until after 2pm I would have gone out. However, as it was D-Day (or should that be P-Day?) it was probably better to stay close to home anyway. After breakfast, Emily had two hours in big girls' pants and managed to do three wees in the potty and had no accidents (I put a rubber-backed bath mat on the sofa just in case though). The only reason she stopped with the experiment, I think, was because she has a bit of an issue with washing her hands at the moment and I insisted she wash them each time she wee'd. The last time she asked me to wipe her and I think that was so that she could refuse to wash her hands again, as I'd said we must wash after wiping. Then she would not put the pants back on and that was it for Day One. A good start, but how to get around this hand-washing issue? Do I just agree to wipe her myself for now or stick with the correct approach of teaching her to wipe and wash from the word go?
When the delivery finally arrived, Emily insisted on me assembling the two childrens' chairs before we went out, making us late for our playdate at Julia's. The girls dressed in tutus and 'danced' around the living room, as Charlize was watching Barbie and the 12 Princesses when we arrived. Yuk. Saccharine junk.
Back at home I had to put the table together and Emily and Goki sat at it for tea.
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