Anyone who's read my stuff for any length of time knows that Lily is somewhat of a challenge.  She was a difficult baby, she may even be a more difficult toddler.  It's just that she is so strongwilled and stubborn and I guess those mean the same thing, but her extreme level requires two descriptive words. And dang it - two year-olds just aren't all that rational, and are incapable of much, if any, logical thinking.  At least this two year-old isn't.  TWO is hard enough, but then you add Lily's personality to two year-old qualities and man, you've got some serious stuff.  She's cute though, so she's got that going for her.  Some days her looks are the only thing that saves her from being locked out of the house.  Kidding. Kind of.                   

                                          

So. Taking into consideration her personality and her special qualities, I have not given much thought to potty training our little firecracker.  It just seemed so very very VERY out of reach for her at this time.  And quite frankly, putting a diaper on a kid is much easier than potty training.

                    

But wait!  We are talking Lily here.  The girl who's full of surprises.  We never know how she'll react until she's doing it.  So it shouldn't really come as a surprise that, here it comes,  LILY IS WEARING BIG GIRL UNDIES!!  She's done.  She made it. She is a professional pottier by anyone's definition.  It happened in all of about 1 1/2 days, and I deserve no credit for her accomplishment.  And I sure as heck didn't plan for this event. A couple nights ago, after her bath, I wrapped a towel around her, and she suddenly started whining and crossing her legs and scrunching over...obviously holding it in so as to not potty on my carpet.  I LOVE this girl!  I put her on the toilet, she went. I almost cried tears of joy.  Seriously, my eyes got a little watery.  She was so excited too.  I did a happy potty dance for her, which I continue to perform each and every time she goes.  Not because she asks me to.  It's really because I can't hold back my emotions.   The next morning, we went to Target to get pretty underwear for her and the rest is history. 

No more puffy pants for me...