Recently, Eva has been acting so big.
Then I realized that she is so big.
She can dress herself.
She can put her shoes on.
(Mostly on the correct feet.)
She rode her tricycle to the park last night.
(With her daddy right behind her.)
We are shopping for the big girl bed.
She is excited.
We are coming along slowly.
Her not wanting to nap in a diaper was the big push that we needed.
Eva is potty trained.
There it is - in black and white.
It was a process for us.
Not a three day deal...
more like six months.
Little by little and step by step...
We used rewards.
Carried a few changes of clothes.
Pottied on the side of the road and in parking lots.
Had accidents and bought emergency clothes.
We were being trained right along with her...
asking her 100 times: Do you need to go potty?
making her try even when she said she didn't need to.
learning that the far back corner of Target is not a place to hang out for long periods of time...
especially after giving her a huge cup of juice that is now empty.
So I guess I should really say...
We are potty trained.