When you become a mom, you learn how to celebrate the little triumphs. Like, take potty training for instance. We’ve not really been pushing it too much because she just doesn’t seem all that interested in it, and since there’s no particular reason to force the issue at this point in time, it didn’t seem like a battle that was worth fighting. However, she’s pushing 3 1/2, so the day is coming when the pull-ups go bye bye and I do laundry every day. Or something. We set the date for June 2 - after most of our major obligations are over until September. June 2, the day she turns 3 1/2, is the day we get rid of the pull-ups and use the Elmo and Curious George panties that are waiting patiently in her drawer.

But maybe, just maybe, it’ll happen sooner. I kept hoping that she might just train herself and I wouldn’t have to battle with her. And tonight? Out of the blue, as she was watching her favorite television show before bedtime, she said she needed to go potty. And since you’ve got to take every little opportunity to encourage these things, I said okay and took her off to the bathroom, even though I figured it would be another false alarm and she’d probably already gone in her pull-up. But what do you know? She hadn’t and she went in her potty chair. So, that means, she felt the urge to go and told me BEFORE she went. For the very first time ever. I’d say that’s a pretty big little thing. It sure made the ending of my day better than the beginning of it. (Which was waking up to my monthly visitor (which is not so monthly anymore) and the fact that my daughter had leaked out her pull-up all over my bed while I was trying to get a little extra sleep while she watched the Disney channel.)

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