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.

Sleepless Pt.2

So I know I promised myself and mom and dad that I would try my hardest to not get upset when it was time for sleep but it turned out to be a lot harder than I thought.

Just like last night, and all the nights before that I can remember, everything went according to plan. Dad picked me up from school, I got my ladybug lunchbox we drove home where mom had dinner waiting for us (and it was my favorite - gnocchi and peas!) After dinner we went upstairs and I had a nice bubble bath and sat on the potty and brushed my teeth and got dressed for bed. Dad and I read out three books and mom sang my songs.

But the second she put me in the crib I started to freak out. And freak out uncontrollably. I don't know if it was because I just wanted to look at her or if I wanted her to hold me or what but I did not want her to go. She told me that she had to go but that dad would be up in 10 minutes to check on me.

She told me she loved me and left the room.

And there I was. Alone in the dark. And I just started screaming and crying and wailing and I was just so sad. After what seemed like an eternity but what really must have been just 10 minutes, dad came in and picked me up and we sat in the chair and he gave me warm milk and it was good and it calmed me down. We rocked for a few minutes but when he put me back into the bed, I started to cry again. He told me he loved me and that he would be back in 10 minutes to check on me.

Well, I screamed for 10 minutes straight. Before I knew it, dad was back in the room carrying a blanket and a pillow. I desperately wanted him to pick me up but he said no, I was a big girl and needed to go to sleep. He was willing, however, to lie on the floor next to my crib so I knew he was a around.

It wasn't the best arrangement as far as I was concerned seeing as how I wanted him to hold me but I was able to look at him through the slats of my crib railing. And it was comforting to know he was right there.

And I fell asleep.

Sleepless

I've been having a little trouble going to bed the past few nights. The routine is pretty much the same. I eat dinner, go upstairs and get my clothes off, go sit on the potty, wash my hands, brush my teeth, get my nighttime diaper on, get my jammies on, Dad reads me 3 books then it's lights out and snuggle in the chair with Mom for some songs. All that goes fine. But when it's time for Mom to put me in my crib and say "goodnight I love you" I get really sad. I cry and scream and hold on to her so hard that she can't put me in my crib. Last night, when I wouldn't get in my crib, Mom put some blankets and my pillow on the floor and laid down there with me. I calmed down and almost fell asleep. But when she put me in my crib I got upset again. After a few minutes of crying for her to come back, Dad came in. He snuggled me in the chair and I cried and cried and cried. It was the hard kind of crying where it seems like you will never catch your breath. He got me calmed down and put me in bed with the promise that he would come back in 5 minutes. He kept his promise. I laid there quietly for 5 minutes with my hands behind my head. When he came back in he wasn't sure if I was asleep. He whispered, "are you ok?" I nodded. I wasn't REALLY ok, but I was comforted that Dad really came back. He promised to come back in 10 minutes. But the next thing I knew, it was morning and Mom came in to get me dressed.

I am gonna do my best to stay calm tonight, but I have to be honest. Snuggling in the chair with Mom is way better than laying in my crib.