Elliott approached his mom the other night and said "change diaper - poo".
Katie asked, "Did you poo?" and he answered "yea". After a confirming sniff, it
was official, he had actually requested that someone change his dirty diaper,
that was in fact, dirty.
I guess I'm somewhat amazed that it takes babies this long to make that
request. Afterall - juice, milk, Bob the Builder, read Blue Jay book, towel,
ogurt (yogurt) and many other directive statements were perfected before he once
asked that someone change his dirty diaper. Certainly the satisfaction of
receiving all of those requests doesn't help one overlook the fact that they are
traipsing around in a diaper full of, well... poo.
My hope is that he has now discovered what I firmly believe - that walking
around in a diaper full of poo is actually quite disgusting, not to mention
uncomfortable. You can overlook it as long as you're sure he doesn't know any
better, but now that he has asked for a diaper to be emptied just seconds after
filling it, he must have come around to my way of thinking.
All of this has to mean that potty training is right around the corner. Now
that he has come to understand how eye watering awful it is to have a diaper
full of poo, it would seem "change diaper - poo" will rapidly translate into
"gotta poo". Once that step has been taken, the process is reduced to giving
him directions to the toilet, and even a low grade GPS unit can pull that one
off. Oh sure, there are some procedural details that will need to be taught,
but that's the benefit of having a mama with a Master's Degree in education, no
lesson is beyond her abilities.