We don't usually do this, but this morning David was up very early and had come back to bed, so he wanted to sleep for just a little longer after the children woke up. I asked M and C to play a little while and we would get up soon. They ran in and out several times - I knew closing the door wouldn't help them stay out or be quiet. One of these times, C told me in her way that she needed to - or had - gone potty. Then I heard her take her diaper off. I had just sat her on the potty, so I wasn't super concerned. I did want to get up and help her before she went on the floor, but met some resistance because David was holding me and was still asleep. Then she threw the diaper at our heads. I grabbed it and was grateful to find it was perfectly dry. That woke David up.
"Did she just throw a diaper at us?"
"Yes," I said, and got up to help her sit on the potty.
"A dirty diaper?"
"I don't think so."
Then he moved, and found what he described as a "jolly little hand grenade" (when retelling this story to his parents moments later) on the bed where our heads had just been.
Yes, friends, we're potty training. Not because she's reached a magical age, or because at nine months pregnant I feel up to it, but because we have no choice ;) Have a wonderful day!
No comments:
Post a Comment