DaGirl has never been interested in dressing herself. Sure, she'll help wiggle into a shirt for you but she never voluntarily puts clothes on, except her rubber frog boots, and who wouldn't want to put those on?
Taking her clothes off...that's another story. If left alone, it seems she can strip down to her birthday suit in under a minute. If we are nearby she has "problems" and asks for help.
We've been potty training for a while now with mixed results. Some people keep telling us she's still young and not to pressure her or for us to get worked up over it. Two demanding kids in cloth diapers is no picnic and the faster we get her asking for the potty the better for everyone.
We keep telling her "listen to your body and let us know when you need to go potty". We know she understands the concept. It's the application that's a little off. Case in point:
DaMom is in the kitchen putting lunch together and DaGirl is allegedly "playing" in the living room. DaGirl strips down to her socks (in the living room!), acquires some toilet paper, picks up the offending lump from her diaper with the paper and brings it to DaMom in the kitchen . "Poop" DaGirl says as she holds the prize up for examination.
"sigh"
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