Other than trying to fit all the things that need doing in a 24 hour period into that amount a time and generally falling short of one or another of my goals, I really didn't have that much going on in my life -- so the two year old finally decided to act on my suggestions that she might consider using the toilet (right after I'd just bought a bunch of diapers, naturally) and came down from her nap wearing underwear a few days ago.

She's doing great as far as the liquid end of things goes, but as for the solids -- well, she's put it in the designated receptacle once and otherwise, I've had a lot of messes to clean up. This is what I hate most about potty-training.

Well, that or when I caught her hands in the toilet up to the elbows manually trying to flush down some paper that hadn't made it all the way down. I try not to be too squeamish, but that was a sight I never want to see again.