Our Easter Miracle

For thirty-five months of her life, she's wanted nothing to do with it.

Then, one predestined evening before Easter Sunday--a month before her 3rd birthday--as she's scrambling for her diaper after bathtime, I suggest (for the 112th time) that perhaps she try sitting on the potty instead. But unlike the previous 111 times I'd suggested, this time she looks back at me and replies, "Okay, Mom. But I'm going to need my privacy." With a head nod accompanying this phrase, she bounces through the bathroom door, closes it completely, and opens it--mere seconds later--with a job well-done.

It's been two weeks since our Easter potty miracle, and Gracie's added to her repertoire a SECOND type of job in the bathroom, AND learning how to potty outside, thanks to her trusty and talented buddy, Brooklyn. We now live in a world of pull-ups, M&M potty treats, and Dora or Hello Kitty undies. What a sweet world it is. :)