I find everything about being a father very fun (yes, even the poopy messes that come with it). My daughter, Rikki, is very beautiful and quite mellow. She loves eating, sleeping, and loves my music. Who would have thought babies enjoy death metal? I know many parents talk up about their children, but my words come from the mouths of others.
The reason why I am writing this post is because Rikki gave me a surprise today. I was reading a book to Rikki and Brittany about "elimination communication," or diaper free babies. The book discusses how babies do not like sitting in their own excrement and they give signs when they have to go. When the sign is given, the parent is supposed to place the infant on the potty or toilet. I think Rikki was listening very closely. She was making some noises like she had already done her business, so I took her into my room to change her and to my surprise the diaper was clean. At that moment she let everything go at once! I was covered in baby goo! As gross as it was, I was happy. I think she will do well with the infant toilet training considering how well she took in the oral lesson.
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