I just put Grace in front of the TV for an hour-long episode of Little Einsteins.
For her own safety.
Since my blood is boiling with impatience.
Following the advice of a friend, Brad and I decided dressing Grace in underwear. To let her have a few accidents. Learn how to avoid them. We started two days ago. After two days of accidents, four loads of laundry, peer-pressure ("Grace, don't you want to be like Trey, Gwen, Whitney, Danica, Halley, Zion, Addison...?"), and 20-or so practice runs, I was anticipating a successful potty trip. Soon. She was learning; she was close.
This morning, Grace and I were sitting at the table eating breakfast. She took a bite of Lucky Charms, looked up with a fleeting grimace, and announced, "I should go on the potty."
And suddenly our thank-goodness-it's-tile-now kitchen floor was wet. And it was nearing my toes as Grace smiled and took another bite of cereal.
She will be going to college in diapers.