One week ago, we embarked on a great adventure at our house. We decided the time had come to introduce Julia to the world of potty training. The Big PT. I figured she was ready, since she would go (by herself) into the bathroom, take off her pants, sit on the potty (w/a diaper on), and poop without any prodding. And she was starting to take off her diaper at random times. SO. We embarked.
Monday was a hard day. Many accidents. Lots of tears. Much tribulation.
Tuesday, she had zero accidents. Notta one! The whole day!
She hasn't had a zero accident day since then, but she usually keeps it down to 1 or 2. And usually they are when I am in the shower, or not paying attention. (Though, I'd like to know, how can a kid who JUST WENT POTTY have an accident in the 10 minutes I'm in the shower? Seriously? She needs to go every 15 minutes? I don't think so. I wasn't pleased by that one this morning.)
She still wears a pull-up during naptime (though she usually stays dry during naptime, we just wear it as a precaution), and at night. It'll probably be a while before she can go through the night. But that's ok. She's doing a great job with daytime toilet usage.
I have to remind myself that she is, in fact, pretty new at this whole thing, so having accidents is to be expected. It's only been 1 week after all! But I think we can safely say that she has left the diapers behind, and is loving her Hello Kitty panties.
I can't call her my baby girl anymore. She's my big girl!