Weeks ago I had anticipated a game of tug-of-war when it came to Jocelyn’s toddler bed. I was pleasantly surprised when she took to it after one night. Advantage Mommy. This gave me a false sense of security. I thought this stage of toddler-hood might be easy-breezy and I would be off the hook for a while—until last night.
We put her down for the night and were soon serenaded with the usual singing and gibberish conversation coming from her bedroom. Then all was quiet. My brother (who was visiting) went to the bathroom. When he came out he yelled to me. “I think Jocelyn is changing her diaper.”
Those were not words I wanted to hear.
I have noticed that Jocelyn has occasionally pulled her pajama pants down, and she sometimes likes to try and help me open the diaper, but I didn’t realize that she would take her snippets of diaper changing knowledge to the next level. See, we have not started potty training, and I have said that I don’t have any interest until she can pull her pants down and back up on her own. She has, however, seen the potty at school.
When I walked into her room (as my brother stood back giggling) I noticed that she was not wearing her pajama pants or her diaper. She had opened the top drawer of her dresser [reminder: child proof the dresser], pulled out a lovely long-sleeved blouse (freshly-washed), turned it upside down, and stepped into it. She then pulled it up to her waist to cover her bum. She looked up at me proudly. I couldn’t help but laugh.
Had I not been cleaning up the poop off the floor and gathering up her soiled blankets I would have dug out my camera to take a picture, because it was damn cute. Gross, but cute.
She will be wearing her footie pajamas for the next week until we officially start potty training. Until then I'm going to duct tape her diapers together and hope for the best.