Let me start by saying my baby, my last baby I will ever have, is 2 1/2 years old. Hubby has been wanting me to potty train her for a couple months. "She's ready" he says. But this is my last baby, and I just don't want to. I want to hold on for as long as I can to her. For me I feel potty training is the end of babyhood. She'd be a "big girl". So yesterday my sweet baby lady was sitting quietly next to me when she says "poop mama". Now I did think for a split second to ignore it for my own selfish reasons, but I took her to the potty, placed her little seat on it and sat her down. All these thoughts came to mind would this be it, is it big girl underwear now... MY Baaabbbyyy. So sad. Then I hear "done mama." And the look on her face when she knew what she did ahh. Made me so proud of her. How could I of wanted to stop that. So she's sporting pull-ups now. Not technically big girl underwear and not really a diaper. Perfect combo for the sad mama in me.