Roxy is growing up and I'm having a hard time keeping up. Well, the blog anyway.
These days, she's trying her best to climb. So far, she's not been too successful in her endeavors. She climbed up on a box a couple days ago only to fall the five inches. When she's upset because we tell her no, she'll lay down on the floor and cry like her heart's been broken. Its so sad.
We have decided that since she can tell us when she's went to the bathroom that its time to start potty training. Oh, the joy! So far, we've made it to the point of purchasing a trainer potty and getting pull-ups. Perhaps we can start training this weekend. Her daddy got her a cute little potty and its CARS. No frilly pink princesses or Disney princesses. This one has a gearshift that makes a "vroom vroom" sound when you pull it. She really digs it.