Oh yes, you may well laugh at my little story, but let me tell you I certainly didn’t!
I guess I should have seen it coming – about a week ago Little Bean started a new ritual, one that I wasn’t overly happy about. Each morning when she wakes, she goes downstairs with Daddy to have breakfast and then plays in the playroom. When Daddy goes to work, she comes upstairs and gets into bed with me for a snuggle before hijacking my iPod Touch in order to play games whilst I have a shower.
But a week ago, this changed. As I lay in bed feeding Beanie Boy, I heard little footsteps coming up the stairs and as the door opened I was greeted by the sight of a little naked girl, no pyjamas, no socks, no NAPPY! I asked her why she didn’t have any clothes on, she said that she needed a clean nappy. So I put Beanie Boy back into his cot and went to retrieve Little Bean’s nappy from downstairs only to find that it was actually clean? After putting her nappy back on and getting her dressed I sat down with her and explained that she shouldn’t take her nappy off in case she had an accident on our nice new carpets! I keep asking her if she wants to do her wee wees on the potty or the toilet but she always says no, she wants to do it in her nappy so I don’t push things.
For the past week she has done the same thing every morning, I’ve tried ignoring it and just getting her dressed again, I’ve tried telling her that she shouldn’t do it but all to no success.
Then this morning, imagine my joy when she came into bed for snuggles, STILL in her pyjamas!! Hooray, success I thought!! WRONG!!!!! Very wrong! We went downstairs to have our breakfast and whilst I was getting it ready in the kitchen, she took herself off to the playroom. She called out to me “Mummy I’m stinky!”. So I said that I would go and change her nappy before breakfast. As I turned around I was faced with a gruesome sight and my heart dropped to my feet! There stood before me, was my beautiful Little Bean, naked, covered head to toe in pooh! She was holding her nappy at the side of her with a not so solid pooh sliding out of it. It was smeared on her legs, her hands, her arms, her face and then as I looked into the hall – it was on the child safety gate, the carpet, the wall and the rug in the playroom!!!
I’m hoping that one day I will see the funny side to it but so far today, it hasn’t struck me as being in the least bit funny – though I may be inclined to share this story with her boyfriend when she brings him home to meet the parents – so much more embarrassing that the baby album!
Can anyone shed any light as to why they think she might be doing this? Has anyone else come across this sort of behaviour before and if so, how do you overcome it?