Three days now. The diapers have been abandoned (except at night) for three whole days. It’s pretty exciting, actually. Considering how Chloe took her dear old time becoming familiar with the potty. But if I’m being honest, it’s not really an equal playing field – Chloe didn’t have an older sister to inspire her.
I’m crossing my fingers that we’re soon going to pass along Sophie’s remaining unused diapers to our neighbor. Which would be a huge milestone, really. NO MORE DIAPERS, EVER!
But I don’t want to jump the gun. Kids often regress. But NO MORE DIAPERS, EVER! Am I sad about this? No. OK – maybe a tiny bit. It does signal the end of an era. It’s going to get harder to think of Sophie as a cuddly little toddler when she’s using the toilet regularly. Hell, she’s even speaking in full, grammatically correct (but short) sentences. She enunciates. She’s sounding less like a baby and more and more like a little girl.
And Chloe, for her part, is sounding more and more like a tween. She’s too young to be a tween. But she’s acting like one. Yesterday, she told me that she wrote a song for her new band (the assistant manager gig I wrote about the other day). “What’s it about?” I asked. “Love,” she responded. “What?” I sputtered. “Love between a boy and a girl?” To which she replied, “No. Just love. You know, love is great. That kind of thing.” I asked her to bring the song home – she wrote it in a notebook at school – but she couldn’t find it in her desk. And she couldn’t remember the lyrics.
The girls are growing up way too fast. It’s May already, for crying out loud. Oh, and did I mention that Sophie has a little boyfriend? They had several playdates this week. Not just one, but several. And she actually shares her toys with him, most of the time. It must be true love.