When duty calls

Blessing #4 has, by far, shown herself to be quite stubborn... especially when it comes to things such as potty training. She is quite aware of what is going on, but she is also quite resistant to change. She loves wearing panties. Over her diaper. She'll sit on the potty. But usually only reluctantly and only after my persistent insistence. Even so, she'll almost always produce some results while she's sitting there. And when she's not sitting there? Well, she knows what her body is telling her, and she goes off to take care of it in private. She just doesn't go to the bathroom. She likes to go hide when she needs to, you know, do her doody duty. I'll find her in a closet or in a corner or quietly hunkered down behind the couch. I suppose she could just be playing a game of hide-&-seek. Well, it's plausible that I might think that, but I'm usually overwhelmed by a strong poof of stinkiness. And that usually gives it away.

This is definitely not a game of hide-&-seek...

not in its traditional form anyways.

This afternoon, after I smelled, sought, and found, I begin to change this feisty 2-year-old's diaper. I keep telling her this is the last box of diapers. "We won't be buying anymore." I continue to reinforce the fact that big girls-- like her sisters and her moma-- don't wear diapers. And the fact that when you do things in the potty instead of in a diaper, you don't have those icy cold wipes rubbed on your goosebumpy bottom. And big girls who wear panties get to do big girl things like go to big-kid Sunday school and to Cubbies...

She is consistent with her response: a guilty grin and a slow shake of the head.

Today there was more to the sheepish smile and head shake. She explained everything, and now I understand.

"Me no go poopies, Moma. My diaper go poopies."

Those stinkin' diapers. Why do they have to be doin' that?

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