Amy has been without a nappy during the daytime since Saturday. We’ve been working up to the whole potty training thing for a while now, but we’ve been hesitant to fully commit, as Amy does not appear to have figured out that peeing in her trousers is a Bad Thing. With all the hot weather recently she’s been dressed in more free flowing clothes and we’ve discovered that while she’ll run around in wet trousers without a care in the world, she’s reluctant to just let go when wearing a skirt.
So now she’s graduated to big girls knickers and another piece of her childhood slips gently away. There have been the odd hiccup naturally: she needed quite a bit of persuading that while dogs are allowed to pee in the garden, little girls aren’t; and we’ve had an in depth discussion about how boys like Cameron can stand up to pee but girls have to crouch down (I know there are exceptions to this rule, I’ve even met someone who claimed she was one of them, but I saw no need to confuse the issue). She’s also developed a fascination with faeces. I am reliably informed that on a recent walk with her grandparents she stopped at every poo on the path and demanded a conference to discuss it’s merits and determine the animal of it’s origin. Still, it looks like things are going well so far and so the regular daytime nappy changing ritual is a thing of the past.
Well, for three months until the new baby is born anyway.
Ho hum.
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