You know, where Monday comes along and you're battling the sads just because the weekend was so freaking awesome that there's no way it can be over.
It was definitely one for the books.
It was hot here. Which if you've logged onto any sort of social media recently, then you've been subject to more than your fair share of pictures of temperature gauges. But y'all; it's freaking hot. I think we're just all in a state of "109 say what?!?".
It's hot here in a way that takes your breath away. It's just hot.
However, I'm not complaining (just stating the obvious). I'll take the heat over the cold any day.
But knowing the temps were going to be atrocious, I went into the weekend with some fun indoor plans for BG and I.
On Friday, I got a video text from BG's beloved teacher with BG and her best friend singing about how they wanted "no mo diapers! We want panties!" (hate that word beetedubs). Being as how our last weekend of big girl pants ended with me on the floor in the kitchen in a puddle of pee, I wasn't too gung ho. But then, considering we'd be indoors anyway, I decided to give it another shot.
So we did. And then she promptly peed on the floor in front of my jewelry box.
We moved the party outside for a while just to get in some outdoor time before it got unbearably hot. And she promptly peed on the deck. Things were clearly looking up.
We had a blast playing in her pool, going down the slide (yes, both of us and you're welcome for that scary image), blowing bubbles, and just having a grand 'ol time.
Lunch time seemed to come way to early but we headed in and after lunch and nap, it was Operation Potty Train.
And y'all? she spent the rest of the weekend in big girl pants with no accidents.
It's like she just up and decided she was done with diapers and then she was done with diapers.
I couldn't help but burst with pride for her. And not just over this, but over how even at this age, she sets her mind to something and she just does it. It's insane. She is the most go with the flow person I've ever met. Nothing phases her.
I'm sort of jealous of my kid. She's just so dang cool.
So we went to church. In big girl pants. With no accidents. She then got to choose a "special lunch", so cheeseburgers and french fries it was. I let her know that not having to buy diapers meant more cheeseburgers and french fries. She was pleased. We speak a similar food language.
I was riding a high all weekend. A high fueled by her successes and the grand 'ol time we were having. A high I rode straight into last evening as the three of us packed up to watch our churches fireworks display.
Which was a blast. I knew it would be.
She oohed and aahed and yes, cried out a few times that they "scare me!", but over all? she loved it.
Not loving it here...
And guess what? no accidents there either.
Yep. I'm so stinking proud.
A great weekend. We were stuck inside most of it, but it didn't matter because it was so much fun. And she figured out so much. Her mind is just picking up so much and I can't get enough of watching her.
These weekends are great. Definitely one for her record book.