Holding it

The girl astonished the hell out of me the other day. We're in the midst of potty-training, and it's going fairly well. But sometimes she's a little lazy, most of the time we are. We're still in full-on diaper usage. She can hoist herself onto the toilet, so usually we have to chase her to get a new diaper on after the deed is done.

But on Friday, we were driving to Maine to my sister-in-law's house, and P had to, well, pee. We asked her to hold it until we got to their house. We get there, grab her out of her car seat, unlock the door, run up the stairs to the only bathroom in the apartment, and she plopped onto the toilet, grabbed ahold... and peed. The child pissed like a racehorse: it went on for quite some time. She had HELD HER PEE, folks, for about 15 minutes. I am so impressed. I think big-girl pants are right around the corner for her.

(and, also: rather embarassed. I'm BLOGGING ABOUT MY CHILD'S BATHROOM HABITS. Good lord.)