Maddie is struggling with some of the finer points of potty training. She is having some issues with her clothing.Â For instance, she pulls down her shorts, but not her panties.Â Twice she has wet herself and been quite startled and upset about it — almost as though her underwear betrayed her.Â If she does manage to remember to pull the panties down, she can’t seem to remember to pull them back up.Â Then she duck walks because her pants won’t come all the way up either, but she can’t seem to figure out the problem.
Today though, she surpassed herself.Â She is a fey little three year old and probably doesn’t weigh 25 pounds.Â This morning while braced precariously on the toilet seat, she lifted her right hand to rub her nose — and splashed into the toilet bowl.Â All I saw of her were hands, feet and huge eyes.Â I fished her out expecting hysterics, but instead got giggles.
This afternoon on her last restroom stop of the day before going home, she tried to tell her momma about her frustrations, but with her limited vocabulary she could only point at the bowl and say, “Swim! Swim!”Â Which, for some reason, Mommy didn’t want to do.