My baby girl who is 2 and a half–when the f* did that happen? How did my little bundle of sweet babyness turn into a 2 and a half-year-old bundle of independence and pure girlieness?  Anyway.  Zoë is all girl and anyone who has ever met her can attest to that.  She is dying.  I mean DYING to go to school in the fall.  She needs to be potty-trained to do that.  Also, she needs to be potty-trained because I am so over changing diapers and really is there anything cuter that a little girl’s butt in cutesy little panties?  I think not.

She has been wearing pull-ups and for the third day that girl has been dry all day with no accidents at the babysitters.  THREE DAYS.  How many days has she been dry at our house–wanna guess?  ZERO.  ZERO for those of you who didn’t get that the first time.  THREE DAYS at the sitters and ZERO at ours.  She has used the potty and will tell us when she remembers but she hasn’t gone all day at our house.  The secret you ask to the babysitters success and my failure?  Aside from the fact that she probably reminds  Zoë frequently (I do not–I know BAD MOMMY)–bribery (see below Image).

I have already stated that Zoë is a girlie girl and she fell in with Pinkalicious and Purplicious and wants them so very very badly.  If she keeps staying dry at the babysitters, she gets Pinkalicious.  My promise of marshmallows pales in comparison.  Zoë now goes by the name Zoëlicious.  I am in trouble aren’t I?