Recently my Sunny Baby Mouse and her Daddy had a little misunderstanding. A little misunderstanding as to what "eh, eh, eh, eh" and pulling at one's diaper could possibly mean. Daddy thought perhaps she wanted a different toy. Sunny was trying to tell him something far, mm, different.
Then there was a bit more misunderstanding when Sunny Baby Mouse decided to take things into her own hands, literally, taking off her cloth diaper herself.
The misunderstandings continued when Sunny figured that if Daddy wasn't going to help clean her up, then she'd have to do that herself, too. But this time, she decided to conscript him....by handing him some of what she desperately wanted to be cleaned off the kitchen floor. She really is a clean little thing, following in her big sister's footsteps in the realm of orderliness and cleanliness.
The misunderstanding crested when Daddy wondered why Sunny Baby Mouse was giving him something warm from the floor.
We resolved the matter with a short family meeting, the results of which were that I would clean the floor while Mr. T cleaned the Sunny Baby Mouse.* Miss Mouse supervised from her safe (and clean) spot in her high chair.
*Sunny Baby Mouse is for the most part being contained by onesies these days as she does not yet know how to undo the onesie to rid herself of the dreaded diaper. She would much prefer to be potty trained and uses it several times a week, but while the cognitive connection is there, the muscles aren't quite reliable yet.
Then there was a bit more misunderstanding when Sunny Baby Mouse decided to take things into her own hands, literally, taking off her cloth diaper herself.
The misunderstandings continued when Sunny figured that if Daddy wasn't going to help clean her up, then she'd have to do that herself, too. But this time, she decided to conscript him....by handing him some of what she desperately wanted to be cleaned off the kitchen floor. She really is a clean little thing, following in her big sister's footsteps in the realm of orderliness and cleanliness.
The misunderstanding crested when Daddy wondered why Sunny Baby Mouse was giving him something warm from the floor.
We resolved the matter with a short family meeting, the results of which were that I would clean the floor while Mr. T cleaned the Sunny Baby Mouse.* Miss Mouse supervised from her safe (and clean) spot in her high chair.
*Sunny Baby Mouse is for the most part being contained by onesies these days as she does not yet know how to undo the onesie to rid herself of the dreaded diaper. She would much prefer to be potty trained and uses it several times a week, but while the cognitive connection is there, the muscles aren't quite reliable yet.
2 comments:
I'm so glad that you have such tidy little ones! They remind me of you when you were small, picking up even the littlest bits of lint off the carpet.
Soon both girls will be potty trained and life, I'm sure, will be easier and more comfortable for everyone concerned. Tell daddy to keep up the good work...cleaning the baby is a good thing to do too.
Love, Auntie Linda
P.S.
VERY CUTE picture of Sunny Baby Mouse!
Love, Auntie Linda
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