I promised a while back to talk about Anya and her surprising move towards a life without diapers. She's not there yet, but has happily become a fan of the potty and will use it when prompted, occasionally even asking to use it (which shocked the heck out of me when she did so while out at a restaurant). To be honest, it's not the potty she's into. It's the wiping. Some parents reward kids for going on the potty by giving stickers or candy. Not us. Nope. We let her wipe herself. And wipe she does. She'll spend a good minute "wiping" and smiling and saying, "NooooO!" when I ask her if she's all done. And let's be honest here, if someone allowed you to, um, enjoy yourself a little every time you did something, you'd be ALL over it. AND, that would be the best job EVER.
For the record, we didn't introduce or even encourage this little system of reward; that's all Anya. But the timing is good as she's starting to pee right through her diapers and I've kind of hit my limit with all the baby stuff in my life. I'm ready to be the mother of little girls. Of course, now that I've said all that, I've doomed her to a total set back. Now she'll probably be in diapers until she's 12. But hey, at least she'll have fun in the process.