Last time I talked about the horror of discovering that our son wasn’t just losing diapers. It wasn’t a magic gnome removing his diapers during the day by some crazy means. It turned out that our son was removing his own diapers (to our horror) and running around the house like a little nudist. Having a cousin nearly a year older than him and experiencing his diaper-less escapades did prepare us — partially — for the future that was to come. Sure enough, our son was missing diapers (plural) and with increasing frequency. Did this mean he was ready to potty train? Did this mean he was sick of wearing clothes? Sick of obeying authority? Testing the “rules” he saw around him? I’m not sure. We’re going with the ready to potty train at the moment. Unfortunately potty training has yet to take a strong hold in his mind. It is, I imagine, a strange idea to a child. A hard thing to grasp. That is why…
That is why, probably he left a present for us on the floor this past week. Yes. It is exactly what you think it was. I’ve decided to call it floor defecation. At any rate I was working on my work on the bottom level when I heard the screams from the top level. “Get up here now!” What had happened? Had someone fallen? Gotten hurt? Was everything okay? Turned out our naked son was in the bathtub and it was my job to clean him up while Mom cleaned up the floor. What fun! (grumble grumble grumble). Two options at this point: Keep the diapers on through some system of pulleys and levers, or instantaneously become potty trained. Not sure either will happen soon enough. We’re all laughing though. Imagine that. Parenting truly is fun!