11:20 a.m. First pee of the day.  Some on the carpet, mostly on the linoleum.  Actually, most of it on the clothes.  The clothes seem to hold a great deal.  A new pair of Thomas underpants applied.  More apple juice administered.  Today is going to be awesome!
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2:10 p.m. Girlfriend is demanding to be put back in diapers.  She is holding a diaper over my nose and attempting to smother me with it.

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2:19 p.m. I think she may have just peed on me a little.

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2:22 p.m. Well, whatever.  She just peed on the floor.  A lot.  And tried to cover it up with a toy mailbox.

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2:56 p.m. Now she’s refusing fluids.  The girl who chugs half a gallon of apple juice daily is refusing fluids.  She’s good.  She’s very good

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3:00 p.m. Now she’s sitting on the toilet and playing with her Thomas laptop.  Not likely to achieve anything there, since she just peed 40 minutes ago, but it’s just the principle of the thing.  The first inkling of anything remotely related to success.

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[Live blogging hiatus:  3-8 p.m.]

8:45 p.m. A barely-four-year-old Madhousechild poops in the toilet.  IT IS A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE! ::wipes tears::

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