Potty training needs to start now. Let me reiterate that- Must. Start. NOW.
We've had several incidents in the past few weeks where the diaper has let me down. Here are the titles of the latest episodes in the sitcom that is my life:
"CeCe Rips Open Her Soaked Diaper and Smears Those Weird Gooey Crystals All Over Her Crib Rails."
"CeCe Shoves Her Hand Down Her Pants and Turns Feces Into Finger Paint."
"CeCe Removes Pajamas After Diaper Blowout and Bounces Up And Down In Crib."
And most recently this morning, "CeCe Removes Pajamas AND Diaper and THEN Wets the Bed."
My next move is to attach the damn thing with duct tape. I'm so over diapers, and apparently so is CeCe. I've turned using the bathroom into a spectator sport in hopes to inspire CeCe to use her little pink potty. We tried sitting on the potty until she has to go, but her attention span is that of a goldfish. Ten minutes max and she is ready to move on to the next activity ... when she will promptly use the bathroom once her clothes are back on.
I've been reading books, blogs and articles about potty-training techniques but a not sure which route we will take. But until we find a method that clicks for us, I have a plea to the diaper manufacturers:
Stop worrying about leak protection. That is old news. Start working on reinforced, heavy-duty, unopenable closure tabs on the diapers. Like ones that require Mom's fingerprint to undo the velcro. That's what I need right now.
Oh, and here is CeCe with Santa. Don't worry, she kept her diaper on for this visit at least.