I wrote this email to a few friends and figured since I haven't blogged in a while, I'd put this out there...
Tonight, Lorelai is getting ready to take a shower so she strips down to her bare butt while I'm putting Emerson to bed. She is in the room with me most of the time, and probably out of my sight for like 5-8 minutes.
I put Emerson down.
I go get Lorelai, she's playing quietly in her bedroom.
Give Lorelai a shower. Get her dressed.
Go to her bedroom to put her down and it smells like urine. I ask her what it is, she claims to have no idea. I pull back her blanket on her bed and see a wet spot on her sheet. I lean in and see that it's clearly pee. I ask her why she didn't tell me she wet her bed this morning, and she says " I don't know."
So as I pull back her million dollar Pottery Barn quilt, I realize it's SOAKING wet.
Me: "Lorelai, why is your bed all wet?"
Lorelai: "Because I pee pee'd on it, Mom" (all matter-of-factly)
Me: "Why did you pee on your bed?"
Lorelai: "Because I didn't want the pee pee to get on the floor!" (like DUH Mommy!)
Me: "Did it ever occur to you to go pee pee in the potty?"
Lorelai: "Nope. I already pee pee'd on the bed, there wasn't any more."
So clearly we're making GREAT strides towards getting her potty trained.
Shoot. Me. Now.