I asked Kaeden tonight if he was ready to go pee-pee on the potty. He responded "NO!" (not horribly unlike him). When I asked him why, he said "Dipee!". So, one would assume he enjoys the freedom of a diaper--being able to go when he choses, where he choses, and not needing to search for an adult to assist him in getting to a toilet.
This is irony at it's best, for many many reasons. First off, Kaeden LOVES to play with toilets. If he's able to sneak into a bathroom, there's a 98% guarantee that he's going to put something (anything) in the toilet and watch it flush down. I know this because of our defunct toilet that didn't work for two months. After that two month toilet-freeze, we got a plumber who discovered a hotwheels bus. Good times. Also good to know about Kaeden's newfound love of hotwheels.
Another ironic reason he doesn't want to escape the diaper is because of his love of nudity. One would assume that when a child desires so deeply to escape the diaper, pants, shirt, and socks that he *may* be ready to potty train, no? In Kaeden's case, I'm pretty sure it's just a newfound form of parental torture, particularly after using his fecal matter this afternoon to redecorate his crib. (apparently the urine decor needed an accent color?) We've decided his new name (nick name) should be Pablo Dein. Meaning Pablo Picasso mixed with Houdini (dein). ...One day I'll get to the Houdini reference--to include his five point harness, carseat, highchair, and stroller escapes.
Joel, on the other hand, had a pretty good day. He surprised me with discovering a newfound ability to plug a bathtub. Typically while bathing the boys, I'll get one of them out... unplug the tub, and the last kid standing is prevented from drowning as well as destroying the bathroom or their clothes as they run themselves back into the tub after prepping for bedtime (trust me, it's happened). Well, as I was putting Kaed into bed I heard the splashing and playing of a child in a normally filled tub. Wondering why, I went in to get Joel out and spy--at which point I discovered his new bath plug. What plug you say? His butt. Yes, my big bootie'd baby decided to shove his butt cheek onto the hole in the bathtub to prolong his water-play time.
Genius that boy.
Tomorrow we're going to attempt that McDonald's playland again. Pray for my sanity--and that my two days worth of dieting have resulted in enough weight loss not to die when scooting through the tubes so I can beat up some little girl who's trying to steal my baby.
Lord I'm going to be a horrible mother in law.
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