Last Saturday Chickadee decided I was ready. At 2:30 AM, she gave me notice. I had woken to her singing and walked blearily to her bedside. She insisted she was NOT tired. No, she did not want her diaper changed. Even though she kept hitting her diaper over and over again. Finally, I checked her diaper in spite of her insistence. "It's still dry!" I said surprised. "DUH." said nonverbal Chickadee as plain as day. Then she commenced hitting her diaper again. I gazed at her dumbfounded. Finally, "Do you want to use the potty?" I asked hesitantly. We've talked of it . . . but I just wasn't ready to commit yet. "YES" she screamed at me with her intense eyes burning through my retinas, brain and skull. I put her on the potty. She peed. I said, "WOO-HOO!!!" She looked smug, a bit non-plussed. I've never toilet trained a child like this. She pooped on the potty later that day. Usually it takes ...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.