Privacy is not an option

As many of you know Mya is now potty-trained. I was quite proud of myself for teaching her such a valuable skill. I rank this right up there with reading, sharing, and ability to apologize. So to reward myself I plan to buy my first pair of designer jeans. We'll see how that works out.

Today I attempted to go to the restroom alone. I have to quickly shut the door as I hear Enzo's very manly, stomp of a crawl coming towards me. Then I hear Mya start to open the door.

Mya says, "Mommy! You went potty?!?! GREAT. JOB. MOMMY!"

Sadly, I enjoyed the praise. Even a two-year-old can make you feel good about yourself.