I Can Wipe my own Butt!

Having kids is the best because you never know what is going to come out of their mouths.  My three and a half, going on sixteen year old, comes up with stuff that makes my wife and I just shake our heads.  The purpose of this blog was to talk about how quickly my little girl is growing up.  We had a break through over the last couple of weeks with her staying dry in her diaper at night.  She never wears a diaper during the day, but still struggled at night here and there.  Finally she went dry for nine days straight.  It was time to try underwear again.  She has a brand new bed with brand new sheets, so we feared the worst.  This morning our little jubilant daughter comes in our room with her success story.  “I stayed dry!!”  A little tear almost fell from my eye.  Not necessarily because she was dry, but because we are out of the diaper stage!!!!

When I was in the car on the way to her dance class, I was thinking about what to write tonight.  I thought about her no longer needing diapers,  and how quickly she was growing up before my eyes.  I decided I was going to write about her.  When I told her that I was going to write about her and how she was growing up, a big smile sprung onto her face.  “You can tell them that I can wipe my own butt!” I sure can sweetheart, and you better believe I will.  This was another little accomplishment she has figured out in the last week.  One that I hadn’t planned to share, but she insisted, so you’re welcome.

As I was watching her at dance later, I just sat and stared at her.  She caught me looking at her in the window and gave me the biggest, cutest smile ever!  I melted.  As much as the threes can be challenging, I am not ready for my baby girl to grow up.  I love the anticipation of what she is going to say next.  I love the innocent smile, and the sweet looks she gives.  I love that on the way home, she was telling me about who she wanted to invite to her birthday party, and asked if she invites Jack from her class if I was going to punch him in the face.  (I joke with her that if she dates a mean guy I will punch him in the face).  I love later at our house she was coloring, and she just stopped and looked at me and said “I love you Dad.”

 

Never grow up kid.