I feel like I'm walking around with a ticking time bomb, named Lucy. At any moment she might pee or poop her pants. I made the switch to underwear and I'm refusing to buy any more pull-ups for her. So far the only accidents have been at home.
There are two reasons a mother will know at all times where the closet bathrooms are - when pregnant and when potty training. While out running errands today, at every stop, we hit the bathroom twice. Lucy has yet to tell me that she needs to go potty, but if I'm vigilant about getting her there she'll go.
Fun times!
