YAAA-HOOO! Yipeee! Three Cheers! Hooray!!!!

If you blow up this picture, you might see what we're celebrating.







That's right.

Claire peed in her potty.

All by herself.




OK. So it's a bit more complicated than that. Let me explain.

On Thursday, when I picked Claire up from Dana's house, Claire greeted me saying "Dad!" Then she pointing behind me and yelled "Potty! Claire potty!"

"I think Claire used her potty," Dana said.

We both bent down and looked. In the bottom of the round tray were a couple drops. A kiddie pool sat nearby. Claire had been playing in it all afternoon. Given that, it was hard to tell whether the drops were urine or just splashed water. But Dana insisted she saw Claire's expression change as she sat on the potty.



Friday night, after I got home, Claire yelled "Potty! Potty!" She again was diaperless and grabbing between her legs, seeming to need to go. I brought her potty out to the back patio and set it down. After a few minutes, she sprang up and yelled "Pee-Pee. Claire pee-pee." We looked inside. There were a few drops, together amounting to about a nickel-sized drop of pee. This time, I'd checked beforehand to make sure it was completely dry. And it was definitely yellow.

A while later, we moved the potty inside and left our girl sans diaper. As Saran and I finished up eating, Claire disappeared. Sarah and I talked for a while until we heard from the kitchen Claire declare: "Potty. Claire potty!"

Sarah got up to look. Inside, the entire bottom of the bowl was covered with a centimeter-thick pool of pee.

Claire had done it all on her own, without any urging or oversight from us.

Claire hovered over her accomplishment, touching it with her finger and declaring it "warm."



We celebrated by letting her dump her sample down the toilet.

Of course, an hour later, still diaperless, she totally soaked a comforter and our couch.

We've got a ways to go.

One drop at a time.