Yesterday, after five days of wet underpants and cleaning up the floors, I decided that the diapers were going to go back on little EC and she was going to have a break for awhile, until she got better at controlling her impulses. I made the decision while she napped.

When she woke up, I saw that her diaper was dry, so I thought, what the heck, one more try. Off came the diaper, and with all the underpants downstairs, she ran around naked upstairs while I took care of a few things. And all of a sudden, she stopped…turned…ran to the bathroom…and sat down on her potty, peeing. She snatched a diaper reprieve right at the last moment.

And in the ensuing day and a half, she’s been on fire, getting about 70% of all output accurately directed. That includes several times telling me she needed to go, and then making it all the way to the finish line.

Someday I will look back at my inner impulse to wax poetic about poop and pee, and think I’m being rather silly. But the difference that a day makes is really something. With any luck, this might turn out to be no-diaper November.