Lydia decided first thing this morning that TODAY was the day she wants to potty train as she shed her diaper and emphatically pointed to her crotch and then the bathroom.
Whatever you want, kid. In NO WAY am I going to deny you the desire to ditching those damned diapers.
I was actually planning to sit down and do a serious potty training session later on this week. Kyra's activities all seem to be taking a hiatus for the next two and a half weeks and what better time to start then.... today? I guess?
While impromptu training is going on, I decided it would be a good time to clean out the girls' closets and dresser. Out with the scantly clad, in with the growing room.
Turns out, the girls have had a fucking field day with growing this summer. Nothing fits, and by nothing, I mean each child is left with a total of 3 outfits each. As for the rest of their crap, I've clearly been stuffing them in their clothes like sardines.
It's funny how children have these sudden growth spurts. Kyra's managed to jump 2 complete sizes from a 4 to a 6. Lydia is trying to grow out of her 24 month clothes long before I expected her to and now she's potty training herself at 19 months. I mean, COME. ON. What's the rush?
Okay, well, except for the potty training. That shit can't come soon enough...
I must say, with all the sadness of their growing up at least I know one this is for sure... Lydia still has the smallest, teeniest old man's ass I have ever seen in my life.
Ahh... potty training. The good, the bad and the ugly.