We're Staying In Pull Ups!!!

I did something really crazy last night. 

To begin, my 2 year old is, for all intent & purposes, potty trained...As long as she doesn't have a pull up on.... then she's ..

oh yeah or having too much fun........

uh....or on time out..

(but wait a minute! time outs don't count because those accidents are out of spite!)(Ohhhh she is wise beyond her 2 years)

SOOO other than that, she's totally potty trained!  (why thank you! I try)  

She was only using the pull up at night, just in case. Well, we just returned from visiting family in Texas and while we were there, I didn't want accidents at their homes - soooo she got comfortable just peeing in the pullup.  

Ok. Fine.  Now we're back home and its back to business. Just a small setback but we are back on track now.  

So anyway, I decided to do away with the pull up altogether because it is just contradicting what we're teaching her.  Yes, even the night time pull up.  I know! but its time.

So since I still have to get up once or twice during the night to nurse the 4 month old baby-

WOW! who am I fooling? That sounds so poetic and beautiful doesn't it? 

I picture a beautiful mother in a long, white gown going into the nursery and sitting under the moonlit window, breastfeeding in a rocker with a soft breeze blowing in.  

HA! Not here. With my eyes still closed, I reach over & drag the baby from the adjoining co-sleeper, into the bed with me where a breast is already popped out of the top of my long shirt.

What? ! People shouldn't romanticize these things, it's not always beautiful.  What is beautiful is not having to open my eyes and go warm up a bottle in the kitchen. Now that is the joy of breastfeeding.

Will I ever get to my main topic of discussion?

Because of the night time feedings I sleep later than the two year old and she calls & calls but the sounds of her voice just gets all hazy and lost. Pillows keep a lot of sound out, don't they?

So she pees or poops in the pullup. 

I got the bright idea to teach her how to get out of her crib, on her own, so that in the event that she wakes up & has to go, she can come get me. 

Well! I am afraid of my own shadow, let alone a tiny person, in a nightgown appearing all over the house.  SPOOOOKY.

I was still up on the computer around 1:30 am, all of the lights were out except for the glare from the television and my laptop in the living room, when I heard a thump and went to my daughters room to see what it was. As I slowly opened the door, I saw her small figure standing in the middle of the room.

In the dark ..

Just waiting.. 

OMG!

I SCREAMED AND FLEW OFF DOWN THE HALL!!!! As I looked back she was running after me & screaming too!

I must admit it was a scene from a horror movie, I was out of my skin! But she was crying "Mama! Mama!" I quickly flipped on all the lights I could(..uh so I could see her better) 

Awwwww, I had scared HER, even though she was the one standing in the spooky, dark - alone - thumping... and waiting.....