I'm writing this post from the Land of Nod. Make that, the Land of Nodding Off. I'm so tired.
It seems that Brody isn't too fond of sleep. At least not during the wee hours of the morning. And actually, not a whole lot during the day either. In fact, at this very moment, the little man is crying his little heart out in his crib. So this might be a short post. (Was that a collective sigh of relief I just heard?)
I didn't come here to post about sleep, or the lack thereof, even if I am a little tired. Did I say that already?
No, I'm here to talk about potty training. Or the lack thereof.
I think I've asked Addie to use the potty about 328 times today.
I think Brody will be potty trained before Addie. There. It's in writing now, so I can gleefully say, "I told you so!" when Brody proudly moves on from his diapers before Addie. He's currently in size "N" for Newborn (not even in a size 1 yet), so don't hold your breath. It'll be a few years. Addie will be in kindergarten or 1st grade by then, and I'm not sure they make diapers that big. Or maybe it's size "D" for Depends.
Miss Addie has absolutely no desire to put diapers behind her and put her behind on the toilet.
I've bribed her. I've rewarded her. I've reasoned with her.
I've let her play all day in a soggy, smelly diaper to show her just how uncomfortable diapers are.
She doesn't care.
She's too busy to care. She has better things to do than take the time to go potty. (Okay, she comes by this naturally. That's a whole 'nother post.)
Potty training Emma was mostly a breeze. Sure, we had to explain that pull-ups are more special than diapers so she didn't go through them like crazy ("oh well, let's get another one!"), but once she put her Cinderella panties on, we were done. I think the icing on the cake was when she got to show Cinderella her Cinderella panties at Disneyland. That's when it was worth it to Emma.
And okay, we finally just perfected wiping, because Emma's logic was that "my panties wipe for me." (Was that a collective "EWWW!" I heard? I couldn't hear it clearly over my own "OH, GROSS!")
Today she was in tears because she has a horrid diaper rash. I tried explaining that it's because she doesn't want to use the big girl potty and won't tell me if she's wet. So, around noon today I took off her diaper once and for all and decided that cleaning up an accident here and there is better than paying for another box of diapers and sending her to her senior prom in Pampers.
So I've had a nudie cutie running around half the day.
(There was a photo here, but I took it down... I got paranoid!)
(A nudie cutie who thought it would be fun to pretend her markers were lipstick.)
I've only had to clean up one tiny accident so far. Maybe we should've given up diapers cold turkey months ago!
Like maybe when she started changing her own diapers.
I guess I don't pick up on cues too quickly.
Did I mention I'm sleep deprived?