Potty training is continuing to go well. She's had a few accidents, but nothing too terrible. The biggest problem, really, is her attitude about the whole thing. I can tell that she has put some thought in to this whole situation, and has come to the conclusion that diapers are just a better way to go. So while she is does well with running to the potty when she needs to go, she'll often argue with me about putting her in a diaper. It's an issue every morning when I take her nighttime diaper off, and it's an issue several times a day, whenever the mood strikes her and she wants to relax her vigilance. We're going to a little festival at the school this afternoon, and she is already trying to convince me to put her in diapers when we go. (For the record, she is going in underwear.)
Meanwhile, here's an insight into the mind of this kid:
For years and years, I have put the kids to bed by saying a little prayer over them and then repeating the phrase my mom used to say when my sister and I went to sleep, "Dream about the angels!"
It is one of those things that the girls now "need" in order to feel fully tucked in.
Last night, as I turned out the bedroom light and was about to close the door, Lucy's little voice suddenly piped up.
"You can't choose my dreams!" she said.
At first, I had no idea what she was talking about.
"I choose my dreams!" she went on, "I am dream about Daddy or the new baby in Mommy's belly."
"Uh, okay," I said, still not sure what she was talking about it. But then she clarified it for me.
"I am NOT dream about angels!" Lucy said, "I choose my dreams!"
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