Give me an "S"! Give me a "U"!

SUCCESS!!! It's a beautiful word . . . and it's amazing to see it written on your child's face.

Only 2 1/2 months after we started, we have it! We're POTTY TRAINED!!

Yay, Super Big Girl!

We felt like the moment was here, but it became clear this past weekend.

Just after Christmas: Thinking that we had a good long time with Trying to Be A Big Girl alone with Mommy during the long break, we decided to wear Big Girl Underwear. First attempt also included plastic pants. We peed. In our pants. And continued playing. Second attempt included only the Big Girl Underwear. And a puddle. The carpet can be cleaned, and no one can duplicate the look on I Really Want to Be a Big Girl's face when she puddled. "Take me to the bathroom!!" became a common refrain over the next few days.

Friday, January 4: Pull-ups on because we were en route to THE AIRPORT TO PICK UP SOLDIER BOMPA and then to lunch with the newly reunited family. Mommy didn't hope for too much on the potty front, so she even packed an extra pull-up. Ever-Eager To Surprise Girl asked to go with both Mommy and Daddy when they had to go to the bathroom, though she did head toward the "Big Girl Bathroom" instead of the "Big Boy Bathroom" in the restaurant when Daddy was walking with her. She surprised everyone at turning the correct direction when Daddy said, "Go to your left." (So she knows her directions?! Yes. Before she can potty consistently. Nice.)

Sunday, January 6: Celebrating Christmas at Bompa & Gramma's house . . . there is no way Big Girl Underwear is a good idea. We tried it. AND IT WORKED!!! But will it work without Mommy and Daddy around?

Monday, January 7: Oh, yes it will! Definitely Big Girl stayed dry for a one-hour car ride, all day long, and even cried when she woke up pottying in the middle of the night. WHOA.

Seriously. Clearly a Big Girl lives here.

P.S.
Monday, December 31: The whole family went to the doctor to get a small picture of our schedule for the next month as we checked on Breech Baby. The doctor poked and poked and happily declared that she is No Longer Breech Baby. Then, said baby head butted Mommy. She was still declared, "Good girl, Baby Meggie!" (by her big sister, no less!)