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Sometimes I forget. Or I can't keep up. Or I'm busy potty-training my 2 year old..

Z uses the potty! Woo! Most exciting thing ever. I was terrified of potty - training. I was seriously considering outsourcing.. possibly to China... but in the end, it wasn't so bad. Matt was out of town and when he came back, wa-la - the chick used the potty. We did the no diaper method, largely because she had a diaper rash (which I still credited to that nasty HFM disease that took out our neighborhood and beyond...) and I thought, well - let's try it. The amount of time each day I spent changing a diaper was depressing me. And the LOADS of diapers I had to hang every other day also challenged me to get on with it.

Ana can roll over both ways, I'm pretty sure - most of the time Z gives her a little push, yank or tug to get there - but I'm almost positive she can do it by herself. She is basically sleep training herself. She goes to bed earlier and earlier with a smaller period of being awake at night. This is how she rolls: Wake up: Between 7-8am Nap 1: Ranges, but usually between 10-11 for about 45 minutes. Nap 2: After Z goes down. Around 2. (She has slept every day of her life during Zoe's nap time because she loves me.) Nap 3: Around 5:30 or 6 (usually just as I am finishing dinner and we are about to sit down to eat... she is so thoughtful!) Go to bed (Nap 4?): Around 8ish, usually right after I put Z down. She wakes up anywhere between 930-10 and we give her a bath and hang out with her, but she is mostly incredibly sleepy and so she goes back to bed around 1030 or 1045 and sleeps until... sometime. The night is a blur to me. I think usually 3:30 or 4ish? Then she comes into bed with us and I can't tell you when she wakes up after that. Her schedule rocks.

She is also almost sitting up for a short amount of time solo. Although, she has to be wearing the right kind of diaper - I think the prefold makes it hard for her. Oh - and this happened:

And we officially bid adieu to Choogy. He served us faithfully, even unto death - sacrificing himself in the end. We got way more than we ever could of had we tried to sell it (although, who doesn't want to buy an all black almost 20 year old car, with no tint and no air conditioner and only 3 windows that can be rolled down in Texas with more than 200,000 miles with no working radio that you can't unlock from the drivers side and have to use one finger to open the door because the entire door handle has cracked off with a nasty, stinky old seatbelt that Matt found at a salvage yard to replace the one that broke a couple years back ...). We're saving up for a van. yay!