Sasha has been in quasi-potty training since we first met in January. She uses the potty regularly and successfully, but we hadn't made the leap to underwear - until now.
The only reasonable explication I can come up with for putting Sasha in underwear is that Steve is a masochist... or maybe that he really likes the smell of carpet cleaner. Regardless, we have taken the plunge - Sasha is in underwear!
I struggle to find the right words to describe our first week of potty training. I wish there was one word that encapsulates the moments of sheer elation, large swaths of time spent oscillating between anger and despair, and lots and lots of laundry. Oh, wait, there is one such word: toddler.
As far as the first week of potty training goes, I think we're doing pretty well. There was a special, distinctive look of desperation in Steve's eyes when I got home today, but I think he'll pull through.
Oh, and I believe that the doll is fully potty trained now, Sasha has been giving her lots of positive reinforcement. The first draft of this blog post was proud to report that the doll hadn't yet taken a bath in the potty, but Steve corrected that overly optimistic report. I only wish that the doll being dunked into the toilet head first was the grossest thing's happened this week.