It was a big evening around here, commensurate with the day and with my little Scotchy reward after the girls were in bed. First, Genevieve successfully held a pacifier in her mouth long enough to nod off. She woke up soon thereafter, but it's a start: maybe soon she won't have to nurse her way to oblivion every 120 minutes.
Second, and even more momentously, Julia used the potty. She'd just climbed into bed when she suddenly sat up, looked at me, and said, "Sit on potty chair, Daddy!" I whisked her into the bathroom, plopped her down on the potty chair, and lo and behold it happened. After winding things up, we placed a call to Nonna, to brag up the event, and made plans for a party to occur when training's over. Julia was very excited about the prospect of cupcakes, asking "What will the cupcakes taste like, Mama?" I think there should be both yellow and brown cupcakes, if you see what I mean.