And Then They Reach That Special Age When...

Okay Mothers, you could end that sentence with so many things, it boggles the mind. In fact I think it would be funny to have everyone submit three and we could just laugh and laugh. But all seriousness aside, I am here for a specific purpose.
My youngest has reached that precious age where she has learned to take her own diaper off. Ever child gets there and some are more fascinated than others. June was really bad about it, and Robyn passed that stage in a breeze. And now Ivory has arrived. We came home from a Christmas party the other night and found her sleeping like this...
That is interesting I thought. When I told the babysitter to change her diaper I am pretty sure she would put a new one on. There are some babysitters I might question (unfortunately), but the one we had that night was reliable. And so that left really only one person. I guess June or Robyn might have sneaked in and taken it off her, but they are really too young for those kinds of pranks. Tyler might have done it, but he was with me, so... it was my darling Ivory.
My next hope was that it was a fluke. But subsequent naptimes, and random occurences in the afternoons have led me to believe otherwise.
The real fun is finding out whether she is wet or dry. In the picture above, she was still dry, but at nap time today, no such luck. And this afternoon, when I found her in her room holding her diaper, I would say she was 85% dry (if you can give dryness a percentage?). It really just means that she's growing up. Not really my baby anymore. Little stinker. Let's just hope she skips the running down the street naked phase. It's too cold for it now and by next summer she should know better, right? (fingers crossed)