Cue the Hallelujah Chorus

I can hardly believe I'm writing this, but it appears Hannah is potty trained! Over the Christmas break, she started voluntarily sitting on the toilet (skip the potty - as per her Ph.D. research, she wanted the real thing). Then one day she peed on it and told Scott that was his Christmas present. Then, using her camel-esque bladder, she started staying dry all day despite not going to the bathroom until late afternoon. We don't even have to ask/remind her to use the toilet. She just gets up and goes as needed. And today, she dressed herself, including underwear. Underwear! I had to act nonchalant, but imagine, if you will, the silent rejoicing.

So it's done. And in the end, she didn't need us at all. Almost too easy, if you don't count the previous half a year (or more) of me hoping, stressing, cajoling, etc. If you erase the memories of the Helen Keller episodes, the underwear fakes, and all the other devastating missteps leading to this point.

And to all the people who said, "Relax. It will happen. Nobody goes to kindergarten in diapers." - you were right. I didn't believe it and, to be honest, I'm still pinching myself!