Naked Girl

The toilet training has commenced. I started this past weekend, very gradually, and I am proud to say that my darling daughter has learned to pee on command. Man, what a moment. The things we mothers love. Now there are, of course, times when she chooses to baptize her underwear rather than the toilet, but hey, it’s a start. She seems to like the power trip.

She has also mastered another skill, one which horrified my husband. I was out chaperoning the band concert at the time. My husband informed the children that they could watch the Charlie Brown Christmas special and gathered them in the living room. He remarked that he was going to use the bathroom and when he returned, he found my daughter naked in the hallway. Apparently she decided that she wanted to go, too, and managed to strip herself. Which, I’ll admit, is pretty impressive for a 19-month-old, considering it was a zip-up pajama set with footies. She even removed the diaper. When he asked if she needed to go, she bobbed her head in agreement furiously. Did she go? Nope. But by golly, she learned how to take her clothes off.

Now stripping isn’t, of itself, a bad thing. It leads to them being able to dress themselves and be more independent. The problem is that my children like to PRACTICE. You turn your back and WHAMMO! Naked children. We used to tuck our son into bed at night and whisper as we kissed him, “Keep your clothes on.”

Guess there’s someone else in the household who will need that little reminder. Just as long as she doesn’t see it as a future career, I think we’re okay.