We are hitting milestone after milestone around here. After months of soaked pull-ups and asking Ava if she wanted to go on the potty (the answer was usually no), Ava was potty trained in early April at age 2 1/2. One day, she simply said yes, she did want to go on the potty. And we let her wear big girl panties, which was a big treat that we'd been hinting at and building up to: "When you can tell us that you have to go, you can wear big girl panties! And when you can wear big girl panties, you can go to play school like Caillou."
She had a couple accidents where we were a little too far from the bathroom, but we had a change of clothes and just cleaned it up and moved on. She seemed genuinely surprised that it had happened. I guess what they say about today's diapers being too absorbent to help kids understand what being wet means is true. We'd even tried the cool alert ones that are supposed to feel cold when wet. After the second accident, she was pretty upset and in the following days repeatedly said, "I'm not going to pee or poop in my big girl panties." And she hasn't.
This past week, she also moved to her own bed. She started life in our King size bed. How cozy is she, right there? That was the week before her brother arrived. And that little snow angel pose, along with her apparent effort to do the YMCA dance in her sleep, was part of what put an end to the family bed.