In my brother's footsteps

Not surprisingly, Micron is in AWE of her big brother. He is her hero, her idol, her best friend and constant companion. Sorry, Hello Kitty, but it's true. As the younger sibling, Micron wants to emulate everything her kuya does. So when her Kuya gets plenty of praise for "going potty," she wants that same praise shown her way. I'm happy to report that my little girl has successfully gone potty five times in a row. And that's not because I told her to. It's because she goes when her brother goes. Micron will tug at her pants and attempt to throw her diaper off (which she can, unless I can stop her before she flings it off) and screams to me, "Diaper on! Diaper on! I like it!"--I'll have to translate for you all--Micron speaks opposites. She says "on" when she means "off," and "like" really means, "no way in heck do I want it." Trust me, it took me awhile to figure this out. There was plenty of pouting and temper tantrums when I tried to put her pants back on when she's screaming in my ear, "I like it!", while throwing her pants clear across the room. Yeah, women aren't hard to figure out at all. 

So, much to my surprise, when Micron began saying, "Diaper on," I thought she wanted me to change her. Instead, as soon as I pulled the diaper off, she ran to the potty and goes wee-wee. Imagine my shock to see her pee in the potty. I was totally unprepared for this because it felt like I had just potty-trained my son a few months ago and chronicled our ups and downs on this blog. Now, my twenty-two month old baby girl, is telling me that she's ready for pull-ups and the whole potty-training cycle. I heard that girls are much easier to train and learn faster. I'm sure I owe a debt of gratitude to Micro for encouraging this new interest in becoming a "big girl." I just was not prepared, and truth be told, I'm feeling rather lazy about it. Instead of being diligent about taking her to the potty every so often, I'm taking it casual, like I did with Micro--but even more so. 

As happy as I am about her eagerness to potty train, I admit, our summer has been pleasurably busy, and the thought of potty-training makes me fatigued. I'll keep you guys updated on how this is going. I'm sure there are a few mothers rolling their eyes and want to tell me to take advantage of this right now. You'll have to forgive me, because, frankly, I'm just not ready to go down that road again. Yet.