la_rainette | Postcards, anyone?

darthfox, you have the same handwriting as a French friend of mine, and when I got your postcard today and saw it was written in French, for a split second I thought it was her ;) Your French is very good! And thank you so much, the card is lovely - it's lovely to get a card from Paris.

So, I was just thinking, if I am indeed going to Quebec city this week-end -would anybody like to get a lovely postcard? I'll screen the comments, so no-one but me will see the address you give me. So. If you're interested, drop me a note :D

And I am feeling extremely excited and happy this afternoon, because Tadpole has been in panties all day, and hasn't had a single accident. Right now, we're talking 3 pee-pees in the potty and fast dwindling reserves of ~~bait~~ chocolate. (She will be the ruin of me, because she is used to getting very good European chocolat and ignores Hershey kisses or M&Ms completely. And the rate is, one piece of chocolat for each pee-pee, for her and her sister.)

Whenever she figures it out, poo-pooh is bound to be even more "expensive" chocolate-wise, but I'm pretty sure it will more or less be its own reward too, since Tadpole is at that stage where kids can proudly contemplate their, er, productions for hours on end, occasionally saying "Ew! Gros caca! Ew! Ewwwww!". She's bound to find out quickly that this activity is easier to practice when said production is in the potty than all squished up in a diaper. It's disgusting, sorry, I know.

I anticipate that this now means that if we do indeed leave for Quebec tomorrow morning, I will have to keep Tadpole in panties, and will thus again start every conversation with her with: "Yes, Tadpole? Do you need to go to the potty?", and finish same with: "and remember, if you need to pee, go on the potty!".

I remember that I spent an entire month utterly potty-obsessed with Froglet. I got to discover and visit all the public washrooms in Toronto. Even the filthiest ones. And the most adroitly hidden. I got to beg shopkeepers for access to their private washrooms. This might be the reason why I waited so long before I really tried to get Tadpole to go on the potty - together with the weather factor - I mean, she was probably ready in the wintertime, but hey, snow-suits! Ten minutes to get them into them. Ten minutes to get them out.

But then, I will be done. No more diapers, ever. Ah, the bliss. :D

ETA YAY! The car is done. We're going tomorrow. Ah, life is good. :) Have a good rest of the week, y'all. Try not to obsess about the half-blood prince too much ;) :D