Wife is out, and I have the kid. Started out as a great night. D and I had homemade mac and cheese left overs (she loves them), added a bit of chick for protein, and then read Ham (Green Eggs and Ham) for bedtime.
After getting D ready for bedtime, and about to put her in the crib, out of the blue, she says “potty,” and runs to the potty, and sits there. I ask, “Do you need to go potty?” and she looks up and smiles. I decide this is a not a continuation of last week (which she has not done again), but a plot to stay awake. I want to see how far this goes.
So, I tell her to remove her pants and to take off her diaper, and she does w/ some help. And then she sits there smiling. Smiling. Smiling. Looking down between her legs. Smiling. I look at her diaper, and it’s a bit buckled, so I know she’s already gone, and there won’t be anymore pee for a while. Sucker!
I tell her, “Nice try, we’ll do it again next time,” and dress her back for bed. She, of course, doesn’t want anything of the sort, so she jumps in her crib, asks me to turn her blankies into pillows, and then turn them back into blankies. I do this a couple times,and then tell her it’s bedtime, and leave.
So, she screams. And screams. And screams. I go back in after about 20 min of off-and-on screaming, and demand that she goes back to bed. And she does what I didn’t expect from my daughter until she was 12 or 13. She repeats my words in an incredibly sarcastic tone, “Go back to bed,” and then laughs. I almost burst out laughing, but a half-hour of screaming dampens the mood a bit. So, my first mock! Great.
After getting D ready for bedtime, and about to put her in the crib, out of the blue, she says “potty,” and runs to the potty, and sits there. I ask, “Do you need to go potty?” and she looks up and smiles. I decide this is a not a continuation of last week (which she has not done again), but a plot to stay awake. I want to see how far this goes.
So, I tell her to remove her pants and to take off her diaper, and she does w/ some help. And then she sits there smiling. Smiling. Smiling. Looking down between her legs. Smiling. I look at her diaper, and it’s a bit buckled, so I know she’s already gone, and there won’t be anymore pee for a while. Sucker!
I tell her, “Nice try, we’ll do it again next time,” and dress her back for bed. She, of course, doesn’t want anything of the sort, so she jumps in her crib, asks me to turn her blankies into pillows, and then turn them back into blankies. I do this a couple times,and then tell her it’s bedtime, and leave.
So, she screams. And screams. And screams. I go back in after about 20 min of off-and-on screaming, and demand that she goes back to bed. And she does what I didn’t expect from my daughter until she was 12 or 13. She repeats my words in an incredibly sarcastic tone, “Go back to bed,” and then laughs. I almost burst out laughing, but a half-hour of screaming dampens the mood a bit. So, my first mock! Great.
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