I suppose this is a good place for me to write all this stuff down, so we can look back down the road. (Note to self: need to archive blog in print through one of those nifty sites)
Another good Belle story today. I had a doctors appointment and had to take both kids, a recipe for disaster in itself. Well I was sitting, filling out paper work while Belle was in the kid section. They call my name and I tell Belle to come on. She waddles out from around the half wall where the toys are, acting like she's got this gigantic load of poo in her pants. So there she goes waddling past the packed office of patients, it was obvious she had either crapped her pants or just got off a horse. She in fact did not poop her pants, but rather peed. She's had #2 under control since the first of the year but still has accidents when we're out and about and she doesn't stop what she's doing to tell me she has to go.
I've changed up my strategy, and rather than just put a pull-up on her I put underwear and then a pull up. That way she'll feel the nasty wet feeling and also give me the peace of mind of not having wet pants while we're out. Well it worked, sort of, because she was not liking the feeling and thus walking like she was. The look on the nurse's face was priceless as I made my way back. I just said "she's got a pull up on so we're good". After Belle's panicked "GO POTTY GO POTTY!" the nurse offered to watch Ethan while I took Belle to the potty.
Well it didn't stop there. While I'm up on the table, Ethan starts to fuss and I ask Belle if she'd talk to Ethan. Her response "uhhhhh NO, I color Dora". A minute or so later, I ask her to put Ethan's paci in, again "uhhhh nooooo". Good thing I was on the table and she was out of arms reach. The nurse thought it was pretty funny though.
Oh to know the thoughts going through everyone's heads. And I'm sure they all got a good laugh at our expense when we left.