On Monday, I did a third attempt to potty train Morgan. Having done this two other times with her, I thought FOR SURE she’d be ready now.
After a long long day of her crying and crying and crying and then to top it off…FALLING IN THE TOILET….we stopped. 6 wet undies, 1 poopy undie and an inpatient momma later, I decided she is just not ready yet. Oh well, perhaps I will learn so much with Morgan that Shelby will be a breeze.
She at least got the hang of the undies though. Except, she doesn’t seem to mind the fact that they’re over her clothes. %5B5%5D.jpg "Morgan Undies (2yr)")
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She sort of reminds me of someone. This was my favorite cartoon growing up. (Doug dressed up as Quailman). 
Monday was a rough day for Morgan, in deed. To top it off, that night she caught her hair on the drawer. She started crying hysterically. It was dinner time, I was holding Shelby, so Morgan went and cuddled with Greg. Well, I didn’t know how bad her incident was until the next morning when I found this! 
Look at all that hair hanging there! No wonder she was crying so hard. Poor sweet thing:)
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