No More Diapers?!

Could this possibly be true?! I don't know. I hate to get excited about things like that because I always get excited prematurely, and then get disappointed when things don't stay that way. Case in point: this post. I don't wanna talk about it.

I can't help it though. I am prematurely excited, and maybe this will turn out better than the sleeping thing. Yesterday morning, my girls decided to sleep in super late. We're talking 9:30. I'm talking, "YEAH!" I didn't have to take Yoda to school yesterday morning, and we didn't have anywhere in particular to go, so there was no big hurry. Imagine my massive disappointment when I realized that Fiesty was out of diapers. Crap. That means I have to get them in the bath, clean up their grimy selves, and get them out after all to buy Fiesty diapers. And hope that on the way to the store, there is no accident.

Then a lightbulb went off in my head. "Wait a minute. Fiesty will be 2 in three days. Fiesty likes to do everything her sister does. Fiesty has gone potty on a few occasions, she just needs the incentive to do it regularly. Fiesty has no diapers, and Fiesty has a mom who is in no.mood to go anywhere at this point in time. Fiesty is gonna get potty trained today! After all, wet jeans and underwear never hurt anyone."

So, I went and told Fiesty the news. "Guess what baby! You get to wear underwear today!!" She took the news very well. Problem, though. When you have a child as little (petite) as mine, underwear can be a hard thing to find. I found a few pairs that Grandma P sent to Care Bear when she was underwear wearing age that never really fit her, and tried them on Fiesty. They sagged in the bum a little, but for this purpose, they would work. We'll concentrate on finding more snug fitting for the tiny bum under-panties later.

After the saggy bum underwear was on, and the jeans that were a little too large now that they don't have 10 lbs of diaper under them were on, we started the training. I obsessively reminded Fiesty about every 10 minutes, "Now Fiesty, remember to tell Mommy if you have to go poopy or pee, OK?" The first few times I told her, she was sweet and patient, but after about round 10 she wasn't taking it anymore and very adamantly and forcefully told me, "O....K!!!" I left her alone after that. But sure enough, about 10 minutes later I hear a little voice yelling, "Mommy! Potty" and look up to see her grabbing her saggy bum area and crouching down. With speed I didn't know I posessed, I picked her up and we hit the stairs two at a time in an effort to reach the potty on time. And we did. And she went. And there was clapping, and singing, and kissing, and overuse of toilet paper, and it was great fun. So much fun was it for her, that every 10 minutes or so afterwards, she decided it was time to go again. And again. And again. She remained in her underwear all day, until bed time, when she christened her first pair of training pants. Hey, I'm not THAT optimistic. On deck for this weekend: Tiny bum under-panties shopping.

Oh, and lest I forget:

THIS IS YOUR OFFICIAL CALL FOR RECIPES. YOU KNOW THE DRILL! :-)