Dry

What a marvelously delicious three letter word.

Only 360 days in the making, tonight I am celebrating the first day in 992 days that I did not have to change a diaper. 

That's right.  The stars have aligned.  It finally clicked.  The potty train has reached the station. 

Every pee.  Every poop.  Every single drop of anything gross somehow managed to make it's way directly into the toilet today with very little prompting on my part.  

She gets it.  She knows what to do.  She recognizes the feeling and tells me she needs to go. 

The road was long, bumpy, and full of twists and turns, but we made it.

I want to dance!  I want to sing!  I want to yell it from the rooftops!

Congrats to my beautiful, little girl on her first entirely dry day.  I couldn't be more proud.  

(And don't worry, sweetie.  I'll let you get used to it for a while before we start the next lesson.  Butt-wiping 101 will commence a few weeks down the road.)