A girl named Widget

My big pee day!

Since I’ve always been super fussy about my wet diapers from day zero, Daddy assumed I’d be a natural at infant EC (elimination communication).  And he was right. He makes this "sh-ssssssssssssss" sound, and pretty soon I grunt and squirm and make a pee!

I pee pee’d 5 different times yesterday in my new Little Potty Red. Daddy’s been reading all these books on infant potty training. Their theory is you don’t need to train an infant to use the potty. If you start early enough, a baby will naturally want to go potty somewhere else other than her own clothing or bedding (ie: diapers). These granola-types say, instead, Western culture potty trains infants to use a diaper, then expects them to un-learn what we teach them in the first place. So they don’t call it "infant potty training" but "infant hygiene," since you don’t really train an infant to potty, you respond to her innate hygiene needs.

We still don’t connect on making poo together. The books say to watch for cues like grunting, kicking, extending legs. Well, I do that ALL THE TIME! And I never poo when I do. I’ve never seemed to mind a poopie diaper, so Daddy is in no hurry.  The books say any progress now will help in the long run. As soon as I develop a will and ego later in life, it won’t be about the bodily functions, but a test of wills.