Mommy Tug-O-War

Who knew it would be so hard to let go of diapers?

I know I said that I was tired of washing them, and really I am, but I’m having a moment here okay.
Maddy has been strictly in underwear unless sleeping for a while now and she is doing really well with all this potty training business. She is also getting really, really good at washing her hands. Well, she’s good at washing her hands if good is smearing half a bottle of soap all over your hands and making a huge mess of any sink she comes into contact with.

This last week we took the leap and started wearing underwear for nap time too. I was a little nervous but since she had been waking up with dry diapers for weeks it seemed like an appropriate step.
She’s been waking up from a full nights sleep with dry diapers as well. Interestingly enough Luke and I are scared to death of this skill of hers. Seriously. Mostly because of the completely life changing implications that no diaper though the night means. Duh duh duhhhh, the dreaded toddler bed. 2 1/2 year old freedom scares me.

We have talked about the implications of night time potty training several times and each time we decided we wouldn’t jump the gun and we’d just keep doing diapers at night for as long as possible. In other words we like our baby cage, um, I mean crib.

Well last night little miss Maddy decided she wanted to sleep in her knickers, that’s underwear for you non-English blokes. Actually she sort of demanded it. My heart stopped and when it started beating again it was racing. For several reasons.

Holy crap this could be a game changer.

Holy crap this could result in having to wake up in the middle of the night to change the sheets on her bed and lets face it I am not a fan of waking up in the middle of the night.

Lastly, holy crap this is too fast. Too fast! She is supposed to be my baby. Baby!

I think the first and second holy crap’s played pretty big in Luke’s mind, but honestly the last one was the harshest, loudest, longest holy crap for me. Seriously, I don’t love diapers but roughly translated diaper means “little” and “baby” and “still needs mommy.”

Everyday she is more and more her own person.

It was just one night, but I can see what is coming my way and while I am excited I am also feeling a little nostalgic and emotional. It is also entirely possible that I have been on the verge of tears since we put her into bed last night.

Don’t even get me started on what seeing her her tiny body with a backpack on does to my heart.

Or how quickly she can peddle her tricycle for that matter.

Oh, the classic mommy emotional tug-o-war.