Y'all aren't going to believe this one...

My mom casually suggested that we get Blair's hand-me-down toilet training thingy out of the attic to let her "play with it and just get familiar with it." So, before bath time last night, I did just that. It's just a plain old white toilet, just her size. She thought it was way cool - she'd sit on it, stand up walk around it, then sit on it again.

So, we drug it to the bathroom (all this playing went on in the hallway) and proceeded to undress her for her bath. Once she was naked, I let her play around on the toilet again. She sat on it, and I swore I heard liquid dripping, but when she got up there was nothing. So after doing a lap around the potty, she sat back down and made a sound I'm very familiar with. Then there was the undeniable sound of something hitting the toilet.

I screamed for Brian to come in the bathroom, and he ran in just in time to see her stand up from the potty. And guess what - she had pooped! Can you believe it? I'm still in shock. I know it was pure dumb luck, but I have a smidgen of hope now that potty training won't be such a nightmare after all. Here's hoping, anyway!