There has been much rejoicing

Disclaimer: If talk of bodily functions and potties makes you squeamish, skip this post. I'll put more pictures up this weekend.

For the stronger of stomach, this picture illustrates what our week has been like. Crazy things have been happening!
The worst of it has been that Molly is going into day seven of a bout of the trots. Take my word for it, it's been gross. So gross that we've stayed close to home all week because of the frequent diaper and outfit changes.

Two days ago I just didn't feel like changing yet another diaper, so I sat Molly on the toilet and told her to poop. Magical fairy dust must have filled the room, because she did! We cheered and clapped and ran in circles around the bathroom to celebrate this momentous occasion. For those of you who listened to my weeping and moaning and gnashing of teeth during the record-setting eight months of potty training with Josh, you can imagine my elation at our 18-month-old using the john. The best part was it wasn't a fluke. She will pretty much go any time I put her on the potty. It's probably too good to be true, but for now we are overjoyed that Molly might potty train before she's four years old. Please, please, please let that happen.

So while we've been hanging around the house, we got out the old tunnel, which doubled as a somewhat scary movable pillar.

Molly finally had enough of being chased around by the tunnel, so she headed to the bedroom with the phone. Occasionally we get glimpses of life in 15 years, and I'm sure this was one of them.