Welcome to potty training.
Day one: She peed on the floor three times in a row. Gave up. Was scolded by Erin for giving up. "Once you do undies you can NOT go back to diapers! Just GO WITH IT!"
Then I heard her mutter under her breath, "what'reya afraid of cleanin' up a little pee or somethin'? You've EATEN worse than pee."
Day two: No accidents. Daddy bought big girl DORA underpants. She was overjoyed. "Do not want to go peepee on Dora's head!" Part of the success may be due to the fact that we're bribing her with jellybeans and marshmallows.
Day four: Two accidents, but I believe they were truly accidents. Halfway through she flashed me a look of horror and cried, "I go peepee on Dora's head, Mommy! Help!" So we rushed to the bathroom and she finished on the "peepee potty."
Day five, Today: Success so far, with the exception of the half-poo she started in the pool. She screamed, "I GOIN' POOPY, MOMMY!" and I whisked her (dripping with pool water) into the bathroom and she FINISHED ON THE POTTY!
I'm declaring success. Maybe I'm a bit premature in doing so. I know we'll have more accidents, and she still isn't able to make it through the night with a dry diaper. But since her Mom was a bed-wetter until, like, the age of twelve or some ridiculously old number, I'm going to give her plenty of time to ease into it.
Because, let me tell you from experience, there's nothing more esteem-building than having to go to your first sleepover wearing RUBBER UNDERPANTS.