Tonight was the night. Ava spontaneously used her little potty a number of weeks ago, and Leah and I immediately began to suffer under the delusion that this whole potty training thing was going to be a cinch. Of course, Ava promptly lost all interest in using her potty the minute her tiny butt came off the seat that first time.
Until tonight. We’ve been trying to get Ava into the habit of trying to go to the bathroom before she gets into the bath every evening, but usually she just sits there, makes pushing noises, and does nothing. This evening, my dad was over for dinner, and there was a lot of activity going on. Before I even knew what was happening, I looked into the bathroom and saw Ava, sitting on her potty, legs spread wide open, back hunched over, looking down into her lap at the little stream of pee going into the plastic tub.
We made a huge deal of the event. There was applause and hugs and a fancy new sticker for her potty sheet. Ava seemed genuinely pleased at her accomplishment, but she could never have guessed at how pleased we were with her effort. I hope she keeps up the good work.