So, this morning while I was in the bathroom, my independent, ever so helpful daughter decided she would try her hand at changing her own diaper. Adorable right?
Now, take into consideration that I had told her I’d be right back, since I had to go potty, and we had started out in the living room… makes sense then that if that’s where Mommy would be returning to, that’s where she would want to be, right? So, she went into her room, climbed up, got all the diaper changing fixings down from the changing table and had brought them out to the living room.
Since our living room has wood flooring, it only made sense that she would set herself up on the very large, dark, area rug… Diapers, wipes, baby powder, and, of course, diaper cream…
So, I returned to the living room to find a diaperless toddler EVER so proud of herself who obviously couldn’t wait to show me what a great job she had done. I was a good mom, I smiled, told her good job, all the “right” things.
Then she brought up the mess she’d made, on the dark carpet, with the diaper cream… (which cleaned up pretty easily with baby wipes)
“Yes, honey, that is a mess. That’s why Mommy changes your diapers on the changing table. You did a great job but next time let Mommy help you do it where you’re supposed to do it. Okay?”
“To the bathtub, let’s go wash you up.”
Pride in her accomplishment still in tact despite a gentle reproach as to the where and such of said accomplishment. I feel like such a super mom right now, lol. I am proud of myself and my little girl. Woohoo!
… Update, while I was working on this little post, she pooped in the bathtub… *forehead smack* Into the shower…
…AND… it appears we’re out of bleach…