So here it is

***WARNING. THERE IS A PRETTY GROSS PICTURE AT THE END OF THIS POST. I'M JUST LETTING YOU KNOW NOW.***

I finally had the moment you've all been waiting for. That singular, shining achievement in a young girl's life that she'll always look back on and smile.

But let me back up a few moments.

Dad and I got home and mom had dinner waiting for us and she hasn't been feeling all that great lately so it was up to dad to give my bath, brush my teeth and all the rest of the bathroom part of our night time routine. Now, since mom's stopped traveling she's been doing this most nights so it took me a minute to get back into the swing of how dad does things but it went fine and we were having a good time in the tub. He even let me draw on the walls with these crazy washable crayons.

Where things went wrong, however, was when it was time to get out of the tub and dad washed the drawings off the sides of the tub.

Big mistake, dad.

I wanted to do that. I really, really, really wanted to do that and now that dad had done it (meaning I couldn't do it) I was pretty mad. And I let him know. I started crying and kicking and carrying on and complaining over and over how I wanted to wash the walls but dad didn't do anything except keep asking me,

"Do you want to be rinsed with the cup or the shower? Which one? You choose."

It was infuriating. I was still caught up in the fact that I wasn't able to wash the drawings off the tub walls so I wasn't about to make a decision between the cup and the shower but he kept asking me,

"Do you want to be rinsed with the cup or the shower? Which one? You choose."

I eventually shut down and turned my back to him and refused to even acknowledge that he was there. And he eventually gave me my final warning adding,

"If you don't choose, dad will choose."

I just sat there and grunted. So dad chose shower. And I hate shower.

All the screaming and crying started all over as dad hosed me down with the shower nozzle and when he was done he lifted me out and dried me off but I was just beside myself that I wasn't being rinsed off with the cup and after dad had dried my hair he sat me on the little step and told me that we were going to sit there until I calmed down and he sat on the other little step but I kept right on crying.

Then I felt something deep within me. Something moving. Something brown.

I half stood up off the little step and looked at dad through my tears and he must have smelt it because he picked me up and put me right on the toilet where I

POOPED!

It was amazing. It was in the toilet. Dad ran into the other room and got mom and she came out and they were so happy for me that I forgot why I was so pissed off in the first place. I tried to remember just so I could get back to crying but mom and dad kept telling me what a great job I'd done that eventually being happy seemed like a better deal than crying.

I'm pretty proud of myself. I can't wait to tell my teachers tomorrow. My plan is to keep putting my poops in the toilet but we'll see how that goes.

In case you were wondering, here's what it looked like. It's gone now but I love it just the same:




And that's the story of that.

Well.......

I figured I'd give it a couple of days and then come back with a triumphant post:

I POOPED IN THE POTTY!

But apparently I'm still not ready yet.

I know when I have to go. I always put my pee pee in the potty, I never have accidents, I wake up with a dry diaper and I don't mess the carseat. But when it comes to the poops, I still love standing in the corner and doing it there. Maybe it's the privacy. Maybe it's the fact that I can stand but there's just something about pooping in my pants that I can't let go of just yet. I mean, I know that the poops go in the toilet and I know that I'm not supposed to poop in my pants and I know my parents aren't going to put me back in a diaper but in spite of all of these things I'm still putting my poops in my pants.

Mom and dad have been pretty relaxed about it which is cool. And the teachers at school are pretty laid back as well so I guess there's no rush. Except for the fact that I'm ruining an awful lot of underwear

I really miss my Jasmine panties.

Oh, and today is my daddy's birthday. I made him a special crown at school and then tore it in half on the way home. I feel kinda bad about that.

Are you tired of Poo talk yet?

Just touching base to let you know I am one week and 3 days into my life in underpants and I have yet to put my poop in the potty. I don't see what the big deal is. I stand in the corner, tell Mom and Dad not to talk to me and I concentrate and BAM the poop hits the pants. For the past 2 1/2 years the poop has hit the diaper and no one cared. OK, sometimes Dad would say "oh, that stinks." But he didn't care that the poopie was in the diaper. So, why does the poop have to go in the potty? If someone can explain that to me, maybe I will get on board. Until then, I'm fine with the idea of throwing out the underpants. We threw out the diapers, now we throw out the underpants. Whoopdie doo.

Well, where do YOU put YOUR poopie?

So it's been a couple of days since I graduated from diapers to underpants and I'm still trying to figure where to put my poopie. I know that my pee pee goes in the toilet; I've got that nailed down. It's the whole poop thing that's throwing me off. See, I'm still putting it my underpants which doesn't seem right but still, it's pretty much the way I've always done it. Everyone's telling me to listen to my body and when I feel like I have to poop to use the toilet but I just can't do it. Maybe I like pushing it out standing up. Maybe I'm having too much fun playing to bother. Either way my mom and dad are glad that I'm pooping at all and not holding it inside. That's way worse.

So today I pooped in my pants again and the school threw them away because they were beyond repair but other than that the day was pretty good. We talked about pre-school and I even got to visit one of the pre-school rooms to explore and play. It was really fun.

Tonight at dinner I was really good and did everything I was told to do and ate my dinner (mom made BLTs. How cool! And green beans and avocado!) Then I took my quick shower and got into my sleepy time clothes which includes a diaper to help keep me dry while I sleep. I do, however, get to pull my underpants up over the diaper. I wear Sleeping Beauty underpants to bed. Makes sense, right?

Oh, that reminds me - this morning I decided to not put my shoes and pants on so that meant my dad had to carry me down the stairs and put me in the car seat and I went to school wearing nothing but a t-shirt and my underpants. I did NOT like that at all. Tomorrow I'm definitely going to put my shoes and pants on. Definitely.

Underpants Dance! part 2

So like I was saying, my mom and dad came in and got me on Sunday and told me that we were all going to the Topanga Fiddle Festival and I was like, hm, okay but I thought we were all about toilet learning this weekend. I guess they knew what they were doing because we all drove out there and met up with our friends the twins and it was like 100 degrees and we didn't have an umbrella so after about an hour and a half we decided to leave. At this point it was getting past my naptime but mom and dad make me go down anyway and as I could have predicted when it was time to wake up I was pretty cranky and still pretty tired. We got into a big fight and and I was NOT cooperating and before I knew it the day was over and I hadn't pooped. Oh well. I think my dad was getting worried because he kept asking me if I wanted to sit on the potty and push my poopie out and I was like, no thanks and that seemed to worry him.

So today's Monday and I went back to school and dad let me go in the car without a car diaper and I did him proud by not pushing my pee pee out in the carseat. It was pretty exciting to tell everyone that I was wearing big girl underpants and it turns out I wasn't the only one who had given up the way of the diaper over the weekend. Things went pretty well and I listened to my body and put my pee pee in the toilet but I still wasn't ready to put my poops in there so I ended up putting that right back into my underpants. I talked about that with my teachers and I know that the toilet is the right place but I think it might take me a few more days to figure it out (although we're glad she pooped just the same e.g.)

Oh, and I bite one of my teachers today. I don't know why!

Underpants Dance!

So it's been like two months since the last time I wrote, sue me. I do have some important news to deliver, however:

I AM WEARING BIG GIRL UNDERPANTS. NO MORE DIAPERS!

Let me back up just for a second.

For the past few weeks, I've been telling my teachers whenever I have the urge and they've been taking me into the bathroom and I've been pushing my pee pee out into the toilet. So it was just a natural extension that I would need big girl underpants so we talked about it and talked about it and finally the big weekend was here. Underpants.

Yesterday morning (Saturday) my mom and dad came in and got me up and they let me pick out any underpants I wanted to wear for the day (I picked princess underpants!) I put them on and things seemed pretty normal except that my parents were hovering like harrier jets and wouldn't stop asking "Do you need to use the potty?" I told them when I needed the toilet and I pushed my pee pee out every time and I kept my underpants clean.

When nap rolled around my mom and dad told me that that I had to wear a diaper for sleeping and I wasn't too pleased about that but they let me pull my underpants up over the diaper so I guess that was okay. I slept pretty well and when I woke up I saw that my dad got a haircut (it was pretty funny looking) and my afternoon was pretty uneventful - except for the fact that I pooped in my underpants. I guess I knew it was coming and I guess I should have said something but I didn't and the next thing I know there it is, poop in my underwear. Mom and dad made my clean my self up and put on new underpants (we helped e.d.) and before I knew it it was bedtime.

In the morning (Sunday) mom and dad both came in grinning like idiots and they were super excited to get my dressed into my underpants and...

well, I guess that's enough for tonight.

Hello?

Okay, I know it's now March and I haven't written in over a month and if I inherited any of my father's genes I'd be beating myself up right now for my lack of dedication. But I'm only two years old so give me a break. Sheesh.

Anyway, a bunch of cool stuff has happened over the past five weeks. Check it out.

I stopped crying when put to bed. I think I might have just been a little insecure about where my mom and dad went they left the room but it turns out they're right there looking out for me and now that I know that I know that I don't have to cry any more.

But now that I'm not crying anymore I've realized that I need a big girl's bed and I've been nagging my folks for days now to get me one. Hopefully this weekend!

I went on an awesome playdate with my friends A and A to the natural history museum downtown which was SUPER fun. We got to run around like maniacs and look at all the cool animals and we even saw a TRICERATOPS come out and walk around. I'm not kidding. A real dinosaur came out and walked out and we got to talk to him and everything. I promise to post pics tomorrow.

I did a bunch of other stuff like going up to Big Bear to play in the snow, heading over to Venice to dip my toes in the ocean and a lot of sitting inside because of the rain.

I think I like living in SoCal.