Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Well, last night as we were getting Meg and Matthew undressed for bed, Meg announced, "Tonight's the night that I wear my underwear all night long!" Quite honestly, my heart sank, and I rolled my eyes at Dave behind Meg's back. I didn't want to stifle her enthusiasm or discourage her from trying, but it seemed like lousy timing. We just moved Matthew into Meg's room about a month ago, and they've required frequent intervention to smooth out the bumps in that transition. Now I was picturing myself doing multiple, groggy sheet-and-pajama changes in the middle of the night, having both Meg and Matthew awake in the wee sma's, trying to get them back to sleep after a big to-do...
Oh, me of little faith! After one well-intentioned but ill-fated attempt at a preemptive strike (Dave and I dragged Meg out of bed last night before we went to sleep to give her a chance to pee), our girl woke up this morning fresh as a daisy and accident free! She was declaring herself diaper-free forever, but I wasn't sure what would happen at nap time, which is when she usually... well, you know.
So nap time came and went, and when it was over MEG HAD POOPED IN THE POTTY! I think she woke up having to go, and she must have raced down the bunk-bed ladder and hit the potty just almost in time... I had to toss that pair of undies, but the bulk made it into the bowl. (I know, I know, this is just way too much detail for some of you [cough, cough Dad Wilcox].) But I have been waiting and praying for this for a loooooong time now, and I must commemorate and celebrate this day!
We are SO proud of our girl, and so grateful to those of you who advised us to give her space and encouraged us that it would "click" for her one day. It looks like that day may have come... I'm cautiously optimistic, and very, very grateful (thank You, Lord!) for this sign of hope.
Posted by Cara at 8:39 PM