Lately, Ellie has developed an interest in being a big girl - which entails wearing cutie patootie underwear, but most decidely does not include keeping them dry. She talked her older sister into letting her wear underwear yesterday, and even produced a substantial amount of the fine yellow liquid in her junior potty.
However, things took a dark turn after that. It became a little too quiet, the kind of quiet that has me thinking she's fallen asleep in of her creative nap nests, but not this time. We found her standing buck nekkid over a darkened spot of carpet in her bedroom. She kept saying, "Ah s'gusting, mommy."
Mr. Triumph cleaned up the floor, I did some laundry, and Michelle cleaned up Ellie - no harm done. That is until Ellie kept crying in her sleep last night. I got her up and made her a midnight snack, but somewhere in there she had stripped down to her skivvies and put her jammie pants back on. A couple hours later she was inconsolable and s'gusting again. Only this time the darkened spot managed to drench her pillow, sheets and comforter. Gah! What was this, what was going on?
I still haven't figured it out, but just a few minutes ago, my mothersense (like spidey sense for moms whose children who are getting into mischief) started tingling - clanging, really. I sent Michelle on a mission to locate Ellie, and I caught a glimpse of her very nekkid bum (creative spelling very much intended) running into the bathroom.
If your guess is Miss Ellie, in the bedroom (again), with the pee (in the heater vent, I might add)....give yourself 50 points because you are brilliant! And since you're so brilliant do you have any suggestions for us, because we haven't been in the potty training business for six years or so. I'm thinking of lining her room with newspaper.
It worked on the dog.