success

This morning I was at a garage sale with Rachel. While I was digging through a bin of toddler clothes Rachel came up and told me, "Mommy, I hafta go potty." She hardly ever tells me that (once in a great while when we're in a store somewhere, but that's it). Usually it's me telling her to try to go OR her making a mad dash to the potty, barely reaching it in time. So I told the lady whose house it was that I'd be back because my daughter needed to go potty. (She offered to let Rachel go in her house, but I didn't feel right doing that--especially when she told me that the bathroom was all the way upstairs.) Though I felt like I had a ticking time bomb in her car seat, I strapped her in and we drove to McDonald's up the road a bit, went into the bathroom, and she went. I couldn't believe she held it that long! I was so proud of her and told her over and over what a big girl she was. Now let's hope this is a trend that continues.