Potty-training progress

We've been going through the potty-training process with Harper since her birthday. At home she wears her big girl underwear (Anna or Elsa, of course!) and has had fewer and fewer accidents. I was still sending her to school in a pull-up though because I didn't think she would stop to use the bathroom if she was totally immersed in play with all of her friends. She even regressed a little bit for a week or two and was going in her pull-up without even trying to make it to the toilet. I knew I didn't want to push her since she has the tendency to be very stubborn strong-willed, so I just followed her lead. She's still so young, and I didn't want to make it a battle.
While I was getting her dressed for school this past Monday morning, she flat out refused to wear a diaper or pull-up. She wanted her big girl underwear. Here's how the conversation played out:

H: No diaper, Mommy. I want to wear undies.
M: You want to wear undies to school?
H: Yes.
M: Are you sure? That means you have to tell your teachers when you need to go potty. You can't go in your pants.
H: Ok.
M: Are you really sure?? I'm scared that you'll be so busy you will forget to tell someone.
H: You scared, Mommy? It's ok. You need a huggie?

Ha! Leave it to Harper to try to comfort me because I was the one who was anxious about the whole situation. And I did tell her several more times that I was scared so that she would give me lots of "huggies" that morning. :) She wore her big girl underwear all week to school and only had one little accident! Unfortunately for her teachers it was a poo-poo one; she's still trying to get used to doing that dirty job on the toilet. I am so proud of her for deciding on her own that she was ready; and to be honest, I'm proud of myself for giving her the chance to be in control. We're getting closer and closer to a diaper-free household!

Germs, germs, go away!

We've all been a little under the weather around here over the past few weeks. Luckily Andrew and I never actually got sick since we had to take turns staying home from work with the kids. (Pops took a turn one day too!) And of course the kids weren't sick at the same time; when one of them started feeling better, the other one got sick. This happened two different times for both of them, so it started to feel like we were trapped in a germ cycle and would never escape. We somehow dodged the stomach bug that was going around, but Ryder and Harper had a fever, runny nose, and nasty cough both times. Other than the lingering cough, they both seem to feel much better. I hope the crud is behind us now!