new members of an elite club, and time to rent a corral
To anyone without children, this may not sound as earth rocking as it is, but L woke up this morning in underwear. It was dry. I'll let that, um, sink in for a minute. The final step in her sudden evolution into a potty user happened last night! We are officially a NO DIAPER household. I am giddy about it and deeply satisfied in a maternal way.
She is so damned funny, too. She needs to take all her clothes off, even her shirt, to go on the toilet. The other day as I combed her hair into a ponytail she asked me why it's called a ponytail. I said, because it kind of looks like a pony's tail. Okay, so later I'm in the kitchen and she comes out from the bathroom, buck naked, walking on all fours with a foot long streamer of TP stuck in her butt, saying "Look Mom, I'm a pony!" and proceeds to lumber around giggling for five minutes with toilet paper stuck in her butt crack and waving around. Yes, I have pictures and no, they will never be posted to the internet. I will, however, have something of magnificent import to bring out and show her future special friends!
She is so damned funny, too. She needs to take all her clothes off, even her shirt, to go on the toilet. The other day as I combed her hair into a ponytail she asked me why it's called a ponytail. I said, because it kind of looks like a pony's tail. Okay, so later I'm in the kitchen and she comes out from the bathroom, buck naked, walking on all fours with a foot long streamer of TP stuck in her butt, saying "Look Mom, I'm a pony!" and proceeds to lumber around giggling for five minutes with toilet paper stuck in her butt crack and waving around. Yes, I have pictures and no, they will never be posted to the internet. I will, however, have something of magnificent import to bring out and show her future special friends!