Don't be confused. It's not August 2nd. However, if you'd be so kind, I'd like to step back in time a few days.
Kids grow up. I know this. I've seen it with my own eyes. I mean, that kid who first changed us from a couple to a family of three is now a full-fledged 8 year old who has been baptized, is in Cub Scouts and plays organized sports on the regulah. But those things seemed to have happened gradually. Naturally. No shockers there.
This past Saturday, however, Miss BeeBee grew up a little too much and a little too fast for my taste.
I have only myself to blame.
So she woke up with a completely dry diaper. I thought to myself "Self, maybe you can put her on the potty and she would pee because she hasn't peed all night and you can 'plant the seed' of potty training here." So, because I usually listen to myself (except when I say stop drinking Diet Dr. P, si claro), I did just that. And she peed. A lot.
We all cheered and clapped and basically threw a party right there in the bathroom.
"Self, maybe you could get out those Dora underwears (is that a word?) and see if we can keep this party going."
Again, who am I to argue? Beebs was overjoyed at the prospect of Dora underwear.
I cracked open some princess stickers I had, masking taped a blank piece of paper on the wall and told her she gets a sticker every time she goes on the potty.
Long story short, the girl is now completely potty-trained. She refuses to wear a pull-up or diaper at night or for naps and it has, so far, been fine because she doesn't even wet while she sleeps.
Now I just pray posting this doesn't jinx it. ::crossing fingers and stuff::
THEN, I got some hair-brained idea (pun totally intended) to cut her hair a little bit. Her mullet was getting a skosh out of control. So I cut off some of the length in the back, blow dried it a little and look:
She looks freaking TWELVE years old! Or, at the very least, like FOUR! Either way, me no likey.
Here she is in her new fabulous underwear.
I know, I know, it's the cutest bum you've ever seen. She gets that a lot (mostly from me).
I realize that being potty-trained is a GOOD thing. I really do. But with the boys 1) they showed exactly zero interest in it until they were at least three and then 2) it was the biggest pain to get them to understand the concept, design and execution of using the toilet. It doesn't seem too difficult to me but then (I had to keep telling myself), I've been doing it for a while now. With Brynn she got it. She embraced it. She threw me for a loop.
Now I'll brace myself for some regression at some point because I think every kid has some.
But then I'll be happy she isn't quite as big as she pretends to be.