Do the... VICTORY DANCE!!

Well folks, we did it. We potty-trained our three-year-old. You might remember the I wrote back in January about the trouble we were having getting our daughter interested in using the potty. There was no bribe. No reward. No threat that would work.

So we waited until Memorial Day weekend so we'd have three days to stay at home and wipe pee off the floor. We woke up Saturday morning, gave her the underwear, showed her the potty and said, "Have at it!" And have at it she did. Each day got better, each day we had less wet underwear until by day three, she was done. She got it. It, as they say, "clicked." She was even pooping by day two. (No holding it until she got constipated. Aren't you glad you know that?)

How, you ask did we achieve this miracle of parenting? Why was it so easy this time around? I have no idea. Well, that's not true, I do have an idea and it's what every one told me: SHE WAS READY. The best part was that there was still no rewards, no sticker charts, not even clapping. In fact every time she sat on the potty she would say, "Mommy, no hooray." Isn't she cute?

So now, we run to the bathroom every five minutes. We have a potty on every floor. (And one in the car. She tells us, we pull over, she goes.) Not having to buy diapers (although still pull-ups at night) is like having a monthly raise! Now we just have countless pairs of little underwear in the wash with ponies, fairies and princesses.

I'll do that victory dance now if you don't mind...