(written 9/24/2010 and then forgotten about)
So... I... set this aside after four hours and 17 panties.
My daughter continues telling me (non-verbally) she wants to use the grown-up toilet. I ignore her. I do not want to go there. (I mean, *I* "go" there. I'm referring to "go there" as revisiting the topic of potty training.) (You knew that. Right?) (Just making sure.)
Anyway, I ignore her pleas. When I put her down for a nap, she cries if I did not let her sit on the toilet beforehand. During play time, I find her contentedly sitting on the toilet. I ignore all this. No way. No how.
Today, my daughter comes into the office and lets me know she needs her diaper changed. (Did I forget to mention that is another sign I have been ignoring?) She leads me into her room where I find she has laid out a changing pad, a clean diaper, and a tub of wipes for me to change her. Then, she lies down on the changing pad.
Half way through changing her I realize I need diaper cream. Just then, my cell phone rings, and I answer it. I must have gotten the cream out of her closet, but by the time I hang up the phone, I have forgotten all about it. I pause, trying to remember what I am doing. My daughter notices my confusion, grabs the cream and hands it to me.
That is where I realize a decision has been made for me. The toddler is either virtually ready to change her own diaper, or it's time for hell and its stinky, wet fury.