Oh brother. We finally get Bram to keep his clothes on and now we have a little somebody around here that can't seem to keep her diaper on.
And it isn't me.
Yes, it seems if Miss Tess isn't duct taped into her diaper, she somehow manages to get it off, even under a diaper cover.
And this is usually not discovered until Bram yells, "Tessie Mayes just pooped in the playroom!" or you here a very familiar trickle hitting the floor while your getting dinner prepared.
She is nowhere near potty training ready. Yes, she will sit on the potty if you ask her, sometimes she goes. Sometimes she just lets out a little toot, claps, climbs down and goes on about her day. But potty training is months away.
So for right now I am dealing with a half naked baby pretty much all day. As I am typing this she is trying to figure out a way to get the diaper off while still in feetie pajamas. I mean trying to get that sucker off so hard that she is grunting.
I hope she outgrows this.
Way before I send her off to college.