Potty Trained

So I was afraid this day would never come, but it is done. I must admit that I have been a little lazy and did not really want to jump into the full potty-training mode because of the mess. But if you have seen me lately there is no denying that a baby is on the way and I did not want 2 in diapers. So this past week we spent a week in Newport at a beach house with my family (pictures to come) and I figured, "Hey, not my carpet and we pay a cleaning fee!" heehee So Monday night we started the process. Tuesday was a tough day because there were 20 false alarms to every 1 triumph. Thank heavens I had more hands than just mine because I was about ready to give up after running to the bathroom every 2 minutes. By Wednesday though she was telling me "Potty!", going poopy on the toilet and had only 1 accident. She can even hold it like a champ. Friday we were at the beach and she said "Potty." Well she was wearing a swim diaper so I said, "Its okay to go in your diaper." I know, awful potty training mom, but I could not run across the sand and up the block to the toilet. She started crying because she did not want to go in her diaper. So Danny picked her up and made a break for it. He said that she was holding on so tight and saying, "Don't run!" I am sure it was killing her poor little bladder, but she made it all the way. Yesterday church was our big outing and she went twice there, and again no accidents. I am seriously proud of my smart, amazing little girl and cannot believe this milestone has been reached. She just seems so old as she is washing her hands and running off in her Belle panties.