Oh, how I love this little girl!
The other morning, she ascended the stairs at the crack of dawn. She had the appearance of having been awake for hours, so very happy to see me awake, finally. I was pedalling away, having only had about 20 minutes on my bike. She came into the room, sat quietly for about 15 minutes, and then I suggested she go to the bathroom and change her pull up.
I pedalled away, losing track of time in the quiet, solitary moments. And then, panic hit me. The panic that hits every mother when she knows her world has become too quiet (with little ones awake around!). I leaped off my bike and ran to the bathroom.
Joy sat on the potty, her face beaming.
"I poo!" she exclaimed.
"I can see that. Did you wait for Mommy to help you?"
She shook her head with satisfaction and pride. She had used up the toilet paper, had opened the wipes container and used up several wipes. She had carefully placed her soiled wipes on top of her old pull-up, and was patiently waiting - for at least 10 minutes! I helped her complete her task and gave her a huge hug.
"How grown-up!" I proclaimed.
Her face spoke a thousand words! What an accomplishment!