Sound the trumpets, pop the champagne, roll out the red carpet, have a parade, and do whatever else one does when celebrating a MILESTONE. Because we are DIAPER FREE, people! For good. I think it was Eliza's little nod to Earth Day: I shall contribute nasty diapers to the landfills no more! Mind you, this was not an easy transition. This girl is, after all, quite mule-ish. It started like this:
Hands on hips: I not gonna go! (Not kidding, that's what she told me.)
We eventually put on her big-girl underwear, which, turns out, was really just a step forward for me. She decided to pee in them as frequently as she would a diaper. Helpful hint: baby wipes are a poor substitute for paper towels when trying to (discreetly) clean up a puddle of your child's urine in the grocery store aisle.
But she did it. She flipped the switch and did it. Potty-trained. Day and night. Hallelujah. Amen.
This picture may not scream potty-trained, but it was taken yesterday at the park just after she used the potty ... in my car. Because apparently that's what moms of girls have to do - ride around with a potty in their car because their kid can't just go behind a tree. Luckily the buying of pink things somewhat makes up for it.
And this. Because she probably read my last blog post and needed to disagree. Went to Barnes & Noble last week and where did she spend her time?
At the Lego table. You know, cuz we love Legos.
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