We also celebrated your 26th month birthday with a new potty. Not a new toddler potty, but a real live potty that doesn't run or have rust stains or a crack in its base. However, daddy forgot to buy a toilet seat, so as I type this, you and he, way past your bedtime, are at your second big box home improvement store, because evidently there is a lot of shopping around to be done when you need a white toilet seat. Who knew. Note the tone of sarcasm in my voice.
You boggle my mind how talkative you are. We've gone from being able to count your words, to wishing sometimes you were capable of being quiet. But I love it. We have entire conversations about things, like how cookie monster kept pooping and you had to keep changing his diaper over and over again. I suggested you might want to teach him to use the potty, but you said no, diapers, and that he needed some powder, too. Which just reinforces what I'm hesitant to believe, that you aren't quite ready for potty training.
This past month, our biggest challenge has been your sudden and unexplainable hatred of the bathtub. We tried everything from new bath toys to hanging out in the tub with no water and our clothes on. Eventually, and mamma is feeling quite brilliant about this, we discovered that the combination of a swim diaper and a step stool to sit on works just fine. You even will sometimes sit in the tub without the step stool. Yet when the time comes to take off the swim diaper and wash your po-po, you flip. Oh well. Maybe by next month you'll be back to bathing naked and we'll realize it was all a ploy to sucker us up for new bath toys.