The Diaper-Free Saga Continues
Some of you may know this and just be too polite to point it out to me, but I have a tendency to be a bit, no make that a heck, of a complainer. This came to mind rather sharply this week as I whined and complained about not being able to find tiny enough underpants for my 19-month-old’s size 1 tush. North Korea is paranoid and launching nuclear bombs wherever they please, and here I am, complaining about all the trouble I’m having finding teeny-tiny undies!
You see, the average age for kids to be potty trained these days is 3 years for girls and 3.5 years for boys, so why would any store sell 12-month-size undies? I looked online and could order some for a hefty sum, and looked at a ridiculous number of stores this week, trying to find something small enough for Aurora. Finally a friend suggested Sears, and I grabbed their last two packs of size 2 Fruit-of-the-Loom girls’ briefs. I washed them on hot, dried them up real good, and they shrunk enough to sort of fit her.
You know the kind of bragging that is hiding under a layer of complaining? I hate that, so I’m going to just out-and-out brag here. Aurora only wets a couple of diapers a day, at least for the past week or two. When we ask her, “Do you need to pee?” she usually says “Yes” or “No/done” accurately; she goes on either a little potty or a big toilet (I have a folding seat for travel); and she only has accidents when she or her parents are too engrossed in what they’re doing to bother about it. Daddy is even more thrilled about her progress than I am, which is why he insisted we move on to the real underwear. Lately Aurora’s been complaining a lot about her diapers or pants being “tight”, which might be why she used to make such a fuss about diaper changes when she was pre-verbal. They’re not actually tight, but they are bulky, and probably pretty uncomfortable when you’re trying to run or climb stairs and things.
We still have a ways to go before we can eschew diapers completely. Naps and nighttime are usually not dry all the way through, and travel and long outings are a bit tricky. Also, she has to be asked nearly every time. She rarely comes up to us out of the blue and says, “Pee” or “Poo”, and I won’t really consider her toilet trained until she does. Still, it’s a great step, and I was excited to dress her in underpants this morning for an outing to Jenn’s house. From 8:00 a.m. to 12:30 p.m., when I changed her back into diapers for her nap, she stayed dry. I opened up the boxes of outgrown clothes from the basement, and found a pair of 6-12 month pants from last summer, which are now being worn as capris. Trés chic!
Edmund (strong boy!) gives Aurora a ride in his wagon,
and shows how much fun it is to throw toys down the slide. Nice playhouse, by the way, J & J!
All the way to their house, she kept saying, “sandbox, sandbox”.
It was exciting for both of us when Aurora learned to climb the round-rung ladder.
Extra photo: playing in the fountain at Queen Elizabeth Park on a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon last weekend.
