Why must motherhood involve so many graphic discussions of poop? I'm sorry for this, but a) this is a pretty funny story and b) this IS my life, so if you want to hear what I have to say, it's gonna be smeared with poop every now and then.
Kate is showing all the signs of being ready to potty train.
Take just now for example. She had a poopy diaper and I got out the supplies to change it and tried to call her over, but she refused to come. Before I could manhandle her into coming over, I was pulled away by one of the other kids for a few minutes. When I came back over, she had laid herself down on the changing pad. She had taken off her own pants, set them nicely down on the floor next to her and had opened her diaper. I found her in the act of trying to wipe the poop off her own bottom with some wipes. There was a huge pile of about 10 wipes covered in poop as well next to her diaper on the changing pad.
Really Kate? Could you just let me do it? If you're so keen on taking care of this stuff, then why is it that every time you tell me you want to go on the potty, I help you sit down and nothing happens? You brought it up, not me. I have been stalling until you were a little older, because the idea of potty training a just under or just over 2 year old who barely talks makes me tired just thinking about it.
On the other hand, has this approach ever been tried? I mean, diapers are expensive, but the worst part is the hassle. What if I just train Kate to change her own diapers (but do a better job at it, of course - 10 wipes is a bit excessive for the average poopy diaper) instead of trying to coax her body to learn how to go when she's sitting on a potty?
Genius. I'll let you know how it goes ;)