Toilet Training
Yesterday afternoon, Taylor was taking off her diaper cover cover (that’s the pretty patterned, bloomers-style article of clothing that covers the waterproof diaper cover).
“Do you want a diaper change?” I asked.
“No,” she answered. And continued to undress. She was having trouble getting the diaper cover off, so I helped her. I unpinned her diaper and started taking her by the hand to the changing table. She whined at me, pulled her hand out of mine, and walked toward the bathroom. There, she took off her dress.
“No, no bath. Look, you’re diaper isn’t even wet.” This little girl is obviously confused.
I watched and waited for her to climb into the tub and demand a bath (my children are the weird kind that *LOVE* to take baths). But she reached for the footstool that the boys use to reach the toilet, and she climbed and sat of the toilet seat.
“Taylor, are you going to use the toilet?”
“Yea. Poop.”
“Awesome.” This is a first.
I sat on the edge of the tub and waited with her. She made a little noise, like built up pressure, and I heard a splash. Cool! Success on the first try!
“All done.”
“Are you sure?”
She got up, so I helped her clean. We watched the contents of the toilet flush down, and she waved at it, saying what the boys say when they are done: “Bye, poop. Bye, pee. Bye, wipe-the-butt.”
It was a tiny stool, but it wasn’t hard, so I didn’t worry. I figured she’d ask again to use the toilet when she needed to. When I got home from work later that evening, Dad told me that Taylor had left a present for me in the bathroom. OMG! He didn’t mention, however, that she had specifically left a present in her diaper in the bathroom. Oh great.
