Oh Dear John*

Okay, I know I promised not to talk about this again until it was noteworthy, but this definitely needs to be documented.

LM told me "Mom, my p-o-o-o-o-p," which normally means, "Mom, I just peed in my diaper, can you change it please?" (She's so eloquent, isn't she?) So I asked her if she needed to sit on the potty and she was game, so she went on in and next thing I know I'm hearing the sound of tinkle hitting water.

BigM and I did the appropriate "Way to Use the Big Potty" dance and then we called everyone who would answer to report her success.

I've been telling her for weeks that as soon as she tee-teed on the potty, she could wear panties** so we went with it for the rest of the afternoon. Don't get too excited, I definitely forgot all about it, so when we went to play outside she most definitely wet her pants***.

One step closer, one step closer (sung to the tune of "Just Keep Swimming", which I know about because *I'm* not afraid of Disney movies.)

*Hi Tara!
**Hi Kristan!
***If you have any ideas on how to get urine/urine smell off/out of suede, faux fur lined boots, feel free to send me an email.