Wrong Again

Today reminds me to breakfast a few days ago. My daughter finished her cereal then began painting the dinner table using a spoonful of the excess milk. Excited, she exclaimed, "Daddy, look what I made!" I promptly responded, "A mess!" I thought I was right at the time, but man I felt guilty the rest of the day. Similarly, when we put our two-year old in a pull-up, I told her that she wasn't a big girl anymore, and that we were going to treat her like a baby. It may seem mean, I know, and it is. I felt so bad that I sang her to sleep last night, holding her hand. I think I've been a little hard on her, and that she needs much more praise than we giver her. I think she gets a little lost in the shuffle. Today, she seemed relieved to be in the pull-up and was even more responsible about going potty. It is a lot of pressure to put on a two-year old to potty train, and if it doesn't take perfectly I should push so hard. Today we were sure to tell her she was a big girl. We even called her pull-ups "big-girl diaper."