A Start

This week, as I gave Baby G a bath, she turned to me with a pained look on her face and said, "Pee pee!" Normally when this happens, I ask if she wants to sit on the potty. She often says yes, so I hold her over the potty. And wait. Nothing comes out though, and she goes back to the tub.

Except this time. When she actually peed. In the potty.

It was a surprise to both of us, I think, but we both broke out in big smiles. There were high fives and woo hoos all around.

I think I owe the Montessouri school an apology. They have insisted that she wear big girl pants to school so she can "feel when she wets and become self aware." I thought she was too young. I thought they were wrong. But we brought six pairs of big girl pants to school anyway, dutifully washing all of them every night. Yet despite my disdain, progress seems to have been made. Perhaps it was me who was wrong.

I don't think this means she is ready to ditch the diapers just yet. But it certainly is a big step.