Potty training...Hahaha!!

We have come to the conclusion that Rhys doesn't want to be the big girl that we want her to be. William and I both tell her she is a big girl and she vigorously shakes her head and announces with authority "No No I a baby!" We smile (on the outside) and tell her "No Pie Pie you are a big girl." Her response is either walking/waddling off to find her sissy or to throw herself on the ground and scream. We truly think that she is ready. She hates, hates, HATES, poo is her "diber" and immediately removes it and finds the nearest "tra" can. Then seeks us out to replace it rather then sit on the toilet. We praise her on the rare occasion she uses the potty and she looks at us like we are a pair of ejits! She is always willing to watch us and even trys to lend a hand when we go but, as for herself well, she could care less.