We have made amazing progress on the poop front. Sophie is still a holder, still has to have Miralax every day, and still has "scrats" (her coined term for a skid) in her undies pretty regularly, but we are otherwise done with the insanity. She poops (and pees) on the potty. She almost never has real accidents. I feel like a new woman.
She even tells us when she has to go when we're not at home. Today we were at the beach cafe and she peed before we headed back to the sand. Then, about 4 minutes later, she told me she had to go again...
Sophie: I gotta go!
Me: Okay. Do you have to go poo poo?
Sophie: I do. It keeps going back up and then coming back down.
Me: And now it's time to head to the potty because it needs to come out.
Sophie: Well not right now. When I get to the potty.
Me: Right.
Sophie: But I wonder why it keeps going up and down. Maybe it's just jumping on a trampoline.
Yes. A little, fecal trampoline.
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