A Night of Firsts

Well tonight it finally happened. I guess it was inevitable. The hubby has been pressing me about making the change for quite some time. The event? Turning our 2 1/2 year old daughters crib into the daybed. *sigh* I'm still not ready and it's already been done. She's in there now... asleep, not realizing the impact this has on her mommy. I haven't cried yet... but I know it's coming. I didn't even get ot be here for the unveiling. I didn't get to see her get excited about the change. I only got to hear about it through said husband. What's next? Him taking her to get her ears pierced or taking her for her drivers license without me? I DON'T THINK SO!!! If any of these happen you can guarantee there will be hell to pay. Not only did all this happen, BUT we were eating out and she told me she had to go potty and she went in the big girls potty. She has NEVER done that before. My little baby is growing up and I'M NOT READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems like it was yesterday that she was shooting poop on the curtains while we changed her. Or when we had to count how many bowel movements she was having to make sure she was getting enough to eat. Where did all the time go??

PT not for the feignt of heart

Well after taking a few days off of the PT (potty training) we're back in it full swing. Today my daughter found her underpants on her dresser so she brought them to me so I would put them on her. We put them on and I tried to let her know she needed to tell me when she had to go peepee or what have you. A little while later I heard the lid on her potty, I thought, "she has the hang of this, this is going to be so much easier then people tell me." Enter daddy. The hubby comes home and we sit down for dinner (she's still in her underpants, not diaper or pull-up). Hubby thinks she has pooped in her underwear, but it ends up being just bubbles (gas). So she comes to me a little later and says something about poopy... so I ask her if she poopooped? She said no, but hubby says take her anyway so off we go. Well I forgot that sometimes she says poopy but MEANS peepee. So she's had an accident in her pants and new underpants. So I take them off of her and put on a new pair. She then walks around the house for a while and a little later is standing by the coffee table over by her daddy. When I hear this mad dripping sound on the carpet. AGH!!!! Daddy jumps up and I start laughing. I can't help it. You should have heard it. It sounded like when our cats use the litter box and the urine hits the litter. Only it's our daughter standing in the living room. HAHA I can't help but laugh. So I told him it was his turn. While he's doing that I clean up the rug... still laughing mind you. Only to have her come back in the room about 10-15 minutes later and want me to pick her up. I told her I would hold her but she wasn't to pee on me. After a few minutes I put her down, I look around her cause she's standing funny and she has peepee running down her leg. I frustratingly say her name and haul her up and take her off to the bathroom. Hubby from the living rooms yells, don't get mad at her. So I start to laugh hysterically at this point. I then replace the underwear with pull ups for the night. I think three pair of underwear is enough to go through in one evening.

All this to say, "WE HAVE TO STAY STRONG... WE WILL SUCCEED... WE WILL NOT LET THIS DEFEAT US." Maybe somewhere along the line I'll convince myself.