I'm hoping little pig will follow in her mummys footsteps when it comes to toilet training. My grandparents bought me some "big girl knickers" which I loved (so I'm told). What I failed to grasp was that they had zero absorbancy. I was apparently mortified/distraught/hysterical when I innocently went for a wee, only to find myself stood in a puddle with soggy big girl knickers. It was the one and only time I wet myself
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I do recall some family friends who had 2 boys, and when the 2nd was toilet trained they used to wee at the same time, having odd competitions which resulted, often, in them weeing on the floor and it coming through cracks in the floorboards (old house) and dripping into the kitchen. Got to love boys!
LO self settled tonight in her crib, so I'm feeling a bit redundant. Going to go to bed, and cross everything for a nice few hours kip deserve it after epic cluster feed this evening
Night all