e is three. Is she ever. We've been really persisting with the potty-training with her. And she handles it pretty well, I'd say. I do wish, though, that I could climb inside her mind and really understand what's going on in there developmentally. When she accidentally pees in her clothing, I wonder if she understands what's happened, or if it's just a natural, carnal behaviour that we are trying to break?
The peeing messes are not the main subject of this post, mind-you...The real topic is the three year old e and all the new-found attitude hat is beginning to surface...
Don't tell jb, but the other night e peed on his favourite Moroccan rug. She had told me she had to pee, and she was still wearing her 'nap pull-up'. I was so excited that she chose to, rather than pee in the pullup, tell me she wanted to go on the potty, that I hurriedly started to take off her diaper and get her to the potty.
Well, as I am pulling off the pull-up, she is peeing right there. Just like that.
I might have accidentally lost it.
Then e lost it.
(She is, by the way, thoroughly becoming a daddy's girl. She begins to wail and beg for daddy. Little does she know that in situations like this, I am the lamb and jb is the lion. For real. He cannot handle pee messes - poop messes - vomit - spills... You know...)
And then she stomps off to her room, inconsolable. She yells at me in utter anger, 'MOMMY YOU MEAN! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!' and then she wails and wails in a high pitched tone stating and restating that SHE WANTS DADDY.
And of course, drama me (we all know she comes by her emotions honestly), thinks to myself, in my own melodrama moment, that I was the one who laboured for 18 hours with her. I was the one who suffered through her acid reflux and rocked her colicky self for hours on end. I was the one....
But didn't I already know that daddy was the knight in shining armour and I would likely be the evil, wicked, step mother figure:)...
Oh to be the fun one:)!
For another day.
Can we all imagine this house in ten years? Oh man. There isn't a house big enough to fit both divas...