Okay, I have a confession. It's the type of confession that Kayla will someday read and think "Oh my God...my mom is a lunatic," but I'm making the confession all the same. Three nights ago, Kayla went pee pee on the potty for the first time! She actually peed directly into the potty (and later adjacent to it, but that's another story) and as I applauded and verbally gushed about how absolutely incredible she was to have done this brave brave thing, I...well...I felt the tears come rushing up into my eyes. Now, I held them there. I did not, in fact, break down crying over the pee pee achievement, but did I well up? Oh heck yeah. My baby went on the potty!!! Like a Big Girl! I could not believe it. Somehow, amid learning a language and developing the ability to walk, this ability to urinate into a small pink and white plastic potty ranked right up there in tear-jerking capability.
Who knew.
Oh, and before you think I'M a lunatic, Kayla. You should know that your Daddy proceeded to hand you a book and tried to get a baby-looking-like-an-old-man-on-the-potty picture for posterity. Seriously...
