Verge of a Breakthrough

I have three or four things I've been planning to write about, but I'm just not feelin' it today.  See?  This is why I should write posts when I think of them, instead of hanging onto the ideas for later.  The vibe ain't always the same...

So...what to talk about?  I know: potty training.  If you know our family in real life, then you know The Princess has been rockin' Pull-Ups for goin' on two years now.  There have been some days along the way where the potty training seems to be working, but they have been maddeningly few and far between.  In the spirit of never giving up, as well as the hopes that someday this would all start to make sense to her, we've vigilantly continued buying bag after bag (after bag after bag) of Pull-Ups and trying not to cringe when we realize exactly how many we go through each and every single day.

This past week, however, she has started removing her wet or dirty Pull-Up and going bare-butt.  Sometimes, she even drops trou and pees on the floor...trying to do the right thing, but without unlimited access to the potty.  You see, if we left the bathroom door open, we'd go through about eighty-seven outfits a day; she loves to climb into the bath tub and play with the water.  Until and unless this habit subsides, the potty shall remain a supervised zone.

The past two days have been good days.  That's two in a row; this has never happened before.  On Monday, she sported the same Pull-Up for seven to eight hours before bed, and she peed nearly every time I put her on the pot.  One time, I asked - while she was engrossed in some toy or another - if she had to go potty.  Grumma was laughing at me, saying there was no way she'd want to get up.  The Princess, however, whipped her head around to look at me, grinned, and got up to come with me.  She went right away.  She even grabbed my hand once to take me to the bathroom.  Now, that is impressive.  Yesterday was very similar.  I was gone for much of the day doing other things, but The Hubbs sat her on the pot every half-hour or so, and she went every single time.

Not only does she go when we sit her down, but she gets visibly happy - no, more like proud as hell of herself - every time.  To see those eyes light up and that grin spread across her beautiful little face, followed by the wordless happy sound...well, I'd be hard pressed to find anything cooler at this moment in time.

I think we're on the verge of a breakthrough, but I don't want to say it out loud for fear she'll hear me and think that's a bad thing.