NikkiZ is essentially potty-trained. (Picture me now banging on every wooden surface within reach.) She sleeps in a pull-up, but for the most part she pees and poops in the potty. We have our minor accidents periodically, mainly due to her peeing just a little bit in her panties before she remembers, “Shit. That goes in the potty now.” Although, I’m not positive she curses. I suspect it – but she’s never actually done it out loud.
However, because of the several days she spent with diarrhea, she now expect me to wipe her butt ALL THE TIME. I did those few days because I wanted to make sure she got clean, but I’m really not a fan of adding that onto the List Of Things I’m Responsible For permanently. I mean, isn’t the perk of having a potty-trained child that you don’t have to wipe the butt anymore? When I try to encourage her to do it herself she says, “But I can’t get it clean enough!” So, periodically throughout the day I’ll here her scream, “Mom! Come wipe my butt!” And I realize then that there is nothing more glamorous than motherhood. Am I right?
I mean, the other day I had to wash clothes covered in poop from ALL THREE OF MY KIDS. Shouldn’t there be a law that says you only have to wash poop-covered clothing for one kid a day? There should be. For the record – LilZ would like me to clarify that he did not poop on his clothes, AndyZ did that for him. AndyZ also pooped on his own clothes that day and NikkiZ pooped enough in her sleep that it escaped the pull-up and made it all over her clothes and bedding. It was like a Hat Trick of poopy laundry. I WON!
So – we’re potty trained. But I’m still cleaning of poop constantly so the milestone is a little anticlimactic. Either way – I thought you’d like to know.
And yes – I’m aware this is one of the many entries I’ll have to delete one day when NikkiZ becomes a surly teenager. Or, if she’s really surly, I’ll publish it and read it aloud when her first date comes to the house. We’ll see.