One hopes that one jinxes nothing but noting this but the true success of Summer 2008 is the potty training of the Z. It would not have been possible without the help of the grandma and the maestra, Egg, Thirty-One and Thirty-One's ever-encouraging kids. There was much applause by grandpa and George too. We sometimes bribed her by letting her blow out a candle. We sometimes "encouraged" her with candy--a no-no I know but OK, if one also sometimes bribes her by letting her brush her teeth!
I'm shocked by how it works. One day, she has no idea she has this thing called a bladder. The next, she's a camel who can hold it all night. She has far superior holding-it ability than I. I am very proud of the little bug even though sometimes she complains and wants to wear her Pull-Ups again. As long as the Pull-Up stays dry though, I think she can claim success.
P.S. Blogging the lost: I swear I had a book around here. A book of poems or essays...If anyone finds it, please let me know.