3...and the Potty

Three days until graduation.

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So many things happened this weekend, I don't really even know where to start.  I guess I'll just start at the beginning and split into separate posts for each accomplishment.

Really.  They're all that big.

Well, here goes.

After work on Friday, I looked at The Princess and asked her if she had to go potty.  I wasn't expecting any more of a reaction than simple eye contact.  I'm not new here.  I know how this goes.

Not only did I receive the expected eye contact, but she also smiled, walked across the room, pulled her pants down, sat on her pink froggy potty, and went.

For those of you who may be missing the magnitude of this event, let me spell it out a little more clearly for you.

My girl followed a verbal request.  My girl.  Verbal.  No coaxing.  No leading.  No modeling.  I asked her something, she immediately understood, and she did it.

Now, going on past experience, I'm well aware of the fact that these breakthroughs can sometimes be a shot in the dark.  Some people call them "Elvis sightings," a term with which I am in love.  It's the perfect explanation.  You never know when or where they're going to happen, but when they do, it's amazing.  And you never know if they'll happen again.  Like, ever.

Let me just reassure you here: this was no Elvis sighting.  By Sunday, she was pulling her pants down and walking to the potty herself when she had to go.  Okay, so the sequence is something we have to work on.  We don't want her letting the cat out in public to show she has to go potty, but, hey...this is progress.

Baby steps, y'all.  Gigantic, wonderful baby steps.