Potty. Trained?

It's a real question of how to phrase the title of this post. It could maybe be potty? Trained. A definitive answer. I'm just a little unsure yet. Rosalind has been totally out of diapers for two weeks or more. Even at night and nap. There have been a few accidents but ones that make sense. She was out of our care, playing with other kids, just didn't make it in time, etc. Then in the last couple of days she has gone really out if her way to tell us she had to go potty. Like, running to the door while playing in the sprinkler and yelling at us to get her out of the shower. That's dedication. So anyway, she seems to have crossed some sort of mental threshold that makes her know she doesn't want to go in her pants. That seems important. I think I'm going to call it. Trained! It seemed to easy. The pacifier is another story.
So, now seems like as good a time as any to discuss cloth diapers. I might be a little behind. Did we do it? Did we quit? Yes and yes. We cloth diapered for one year. When Sergio spent six months in Helena the system fell apart. He was the washer of the diapers. For the most part it was fine. The downsides were that the diapers eventually lost a bit of absorption and Rolo only produced more all the time. They also took on a bit of staleness after awhile. The positives were that they were not any grosser than any other diaper, they were super cute, reusable and FREE. Between breastfeeding, cloth diapers,and a midwife, Rolo could have been a poster child for the fictional magazine I just made up, My Bargain Baby! For six months, Rosalind was pretty much free. It worked well with our underemployed lifestyle. Pretty much as soon as I was employed she weaned and when Sergio got a job out of town she went to disposables. Oh well.
So, do I recommend the hippie, organic, granola approach to babies? Sure, but mostly because it's cheap as crap.