after a brief interest in potty learning last summer, dylan has been exceedingly content to continue wearing diapers. i bought her colorful underwear to entice her, but she didn't really care. once, i put her in them and she peed right on my lap. just 'cuz.
another morning, i set the timer and put dylan on the potty every 15 minutes. she managed to leave three puddles all around the house in the course of just over an hour.
i stopped trying.
instead i pleaded even more heartily to at the very least TELL US when she needs a new diaper. dylan usually lies about it.
"no poopy mommy."
"does that mean you have poopy?"
"dylan, do you need a new diaper?"
"no. i don't have poopy."
"are you lying?"
her sitting in filth and refusing to tell me drives me up a wall. it makes a mess, causes rashes, and is completely avoidable. the child can speak in complete sentences.
every single day we go over that she is supposed to say, "i pooped. new diaper please." every. single. day. every single day dylan parrots those phrases back to me as i change her dirty messes and then continues to be silent or flat out lie the very next time. it may just make me crazy.
this week, FINALLY, it seems we are making progress. twice, of her own initiative, dylan asked to use the potty and actually did. (#2!)
in the potty!
(ok, and once on the floor.)
then, last night at dinner, dylan announced that she had a dirty diaper. i think this might actually have been the first time she didn't lie about it. (notice, this post is titled "little victories.")
jim jumped up, and took her upstairs to change. "dylan," he told her, "thank you so much for telling us you needed a new diaper."
and, i kid you not, this is how she responded: