At least she doesn't bite. Yet.

I was recently congratulating myself on being lucky enough not to have a child who takes off their diaper and smears poop all over the walls. I had to engage in this kind of thinking because I have a not-quite-three year old who has decided nap time is for the birds. Bedtime at all for that matter. I have found this a bit of a challenge to deal with. I am exhausted. Some days she does in fact still need a nap, but will never take one until at least 3pm, so more often then not we keep her up anyway and deal with the crankiness. Not always.


So - even though she's in the process of giving up her naps, I still lay her down at 1 or so for quiet time in her crib. I did this today, though I am pretty much past hope of her actually falling asleep at this point. Just over an hour later she is sounding a bit upset so I decide to let her out - as long as she calms down a bit, which she does.

As I approach the bedroom I smell poop - and it all makes sense! Because even back in the days when she TOOK naps, she would poop about half the time and not go back to sleep until I changed her diaper. Seriously.


It takes me a moment to take in what is in store for me today. Which is a naked kid, with a BIG turd on the the sheets and poop over her hands and legs. This was, however, no poop turned finger painting incident. As soon as she sees me she bursts into tears about how she has yucky on her and needs to wash her hands. And a lot of "Take it off. Take it off mom!!" Which continues until I finish hosing her off in the tub and washing her hands with soap in the sink.


I think was happened was this: she pooped her diaper and didn't want a dirty diaper. I didn't hear her telling me she needed a diaper change so she took it off. She then discovered that - ew! this is a little gross, what do I do with this?Get it off me. Then I walked in.

2 more things: I think she is really mentally ready for potty training now (or soon) and perhaps I should convert her bed to toddler like I've been thinking so she could really come and tell me or at least sit on the frog potty in her room. But these things freak me out a little. Good thing Bill is coming home soon!