Red House: Part Eleven

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Note: There are so many little victories that took place during our trip to Red House this July that I could probably write a novel about those five days.  Not today, though.  Today, you'll get a recap of the awesomeness that was our long weekend.

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The rest of our trip is spent swimming, swimming, and swimming.  Oh, and I get to go fishing with my Pop a couple of times while The Princess and Gumma hang at the pool.

The Princess, who is famous for her paradoxical love of water and hate of water on her head, learns to dunk herself underwater to retrieve a toy.

At one point, she actually holds my hand and we jump together off the swimming dock.  Cackling her little head off, she hugs me tight when I break the surface and come face to face with her.

And then there's the potty.

I can hardly even believe this two months later, but it's true.  Not once during her waking hours on this trip do we have to change a Pull Up.  Not.  Once.  She sits on the little pink froggy potty like a champ, and even poops there.  Twice.

Huge.  Er, uh, not the poops, but you know what I mean.

The whole ten hour ride home, The Princess is an absolute angel.  She naps and plays, even dances to some more Zac Brown Band.  At every stop, she goes potty for me, and she doesn't have one wet Pull Up the whole way.

To say I'm proud of my little girl would be the understatement of the century.