I cried in the bathroom this morning.
The lil' dude woke up dry this morning, so I plunked her little tushie down on her princess potty chair.
For real, it's a pink and purple throne with gemstones. And it sings.
She's been enthralled with her throne since I positioned it next to her daddy's throne a few weeks ago. She'll sit on it, giggle, ask for milk, and put her rubber ducks into it.
Well, this morning, after a rousing game of, where's lil' dude's nose? Where's lil' dude's eyes? she just went potty. Just like that. Just like a big girl. Just like someone who always has.
And I cried in the bathroom. I never understood those lunatic moms who cried over such ridiculous things until I became a mom. I now know the joy in crying and celebrating all life's ridiculous, beautiful things.
We got our big girl dressed for the day, and she asked for her milk. Milk! I would have given her a Mercedes.