I occasionally encourage Little H to use the toilet just to get her comfortable with it, and I've even invested in some underwear and a toilet seat.  Not because I want to train her, but because it seems like something a good mother would do.  I'm not very consistent, and I don't really care to be.  I've been very stand-offish about potty-training my daughter for several reasons:

1)  She's only two, so there's no reason to rush her.
2)  I don't want her to think that she needs to learn because there is a baby on the way to take her place.
3)  We buy our diapers at Costco, so I don't want to waste any regular diapers, and we have about 3,491 left to go.
4)  I'm not sure how our training at home will transition to the days she's at her babysitter's home.  And the main reason...
5)  Accidents are gross.

However, a couple of weeks ago one Saturday morning, Little H went potty in the toilet after breakfast.  When I told her to go and get a new diaper, she came back with a pair of underwear.

"Really?  Are you sure?" I asked.  I somehow refrained from completely talking her out of it, even though my basest instincts told me to hold her down and force a diaper on her.  That weekend went pretty well with only a couple accidents.  We of course made her wear a diaper when we left the house.

Ever since that weekend, she's been in a pull-up (in the situations I can't guarantee we'll be within 20 feet of a bathroom) or underwear.  She's basically potty-trained herself, and Dan and I have been trained to jump to attention whenever she demands a restroom.  She's getting a little manipulative now that she's figured it out.  If she isn't getting enough face time, she all of a sudden needs to go potty, and ta-da, she has our complete attention.  Plus, she loves to use public restrooms, which should probably be my number 6 on the reasons I didn't want to potty-train her.  I think we visited every bathroom of every store/casino we visited in Vegas.  Gross, gross, gross.

Really, the only reason I created this post was so I could post this picture of her falling in the toilet on the Internet in hopes that it will one day come back to haunt her and we will finally be even for this potty-training adventure.  (I'm kidding a little.  I'm actually very proud of her.)  And yes, she is wearing a blue pull-up with pictures of Woody and Buzz Lightyear on it.  For all you with your potty-training years still ahead of you, be forewarned that at this age the pull-ups are no longer gender neutral.  Pay closer attention to the box than we did.

    

 I still need to put up pictures of Vegas, but that's for another day.  Please be patient with me.