This little girl is wearing undies. That doesn't mean she always uses the toilet, mind you. Especially today. This whole potty business started last month when she started trying to change her poopy diapers. That's not good. In fact, that can be really, really, bad. I took her sippy cups away because she was using them as bottles. She was consuming upwards of 2 quarts of "juice, momma" (Crystal Lite) a day. And she would pee 2 quarts a day. Now that she is properly hydrated, she is able to use the toilet. When she remembers. I hate potty training in general, but oh how lovely girls are. So much easier than the boys. I don't feel like I can go back to diapers with her, because she tells me, "No diapers, mom. Nundies," and if she is this close ::thumb and forefinger an inch apart:: to being for really reals potty trained, then I don't want to give up. I think we'll go to Target tomorrow (without Ed) to pick up some more undies, because at this rate, I'll run out by the end of everyday. She saw Dora undies last time we were there and practically screamed, "DORA!" I may also resort to giving her a jelly bean when she goes. Here's hoping this week goes by quickly, and with less wet undies!