We figure that Larkin got keen to the idea that her days were numbered. It was only a matter of time before we made the deal to sell her to the traveling gypsy group. Who wouldn't be fed up with her shenanigans, her crazy stunts and naughty stylings. Those dimples can only go so far. She had to know that negotiations were deep the Sunday we found her (20 minutes before church) standing in the crib, buck naked, and covered from head to toe (not to mention her entire crib and half the new carpet in her room) in her POOP! Great adventures that day!Sooooo, this is what we think she told herself. I know... maybe if I potty train myself I will get back in Mom's and Dad's good graces (maybe even on Santa's good list) and they will love me even more!
The week of her birthday, Larkin decided to potty train herself...cold turkey. (sorry, no Thanksgiving joke)
She prefers her new underwear and tolerates a pull-up, but screams if you try to put a diaper on her.
That's our fabulously, crazy, supercute, dimples girl.
(Oh, the picture is that she put the potty seat around her and then couldn't get it off)
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