About 6 months after Lauren went "pee-pee" in her potty chair for the first time, this evening she did the other thing for the first time. David was upstairs sick, so he couldn't really appreciate the moment, but I praised that little girl as much as possible. I'm thinking Carrie's idea for potty training isn't half bad. (I was thinking today how often I suggest to Lauren that big girls go in their potty chairs, and don't need diapers... but am still putting her in them). In any case, I know she's capable of knowing when she needs to go. I dunno. I don't want to be pushy, but... Lately she's been taking off her diaper when she's gone to the bathroom, and has told me she needed a new diaper. A step in the right direction, I suppose.

Then we got a phone call tonight that put excitement on the back burner. A sister-in-law's boyfriend lost his son to cancer. He wasn't even 30. I never met him, but it was still hard to hear. :( Cancer is an evil, evil thing.