I see London, I see France, I am so thankful to see my 3 year old in underpants. While I was busy applying more rubber to the road all over the Bay Area, Mr. Von Snarky took the bull by the horn and sent Drew to Preschool in underpants. And guess what? They came back dry!
And then over the weekend while we were home, he didn't have an accident the whole time. (wheep, sniff) You see I am just so damn thankful I will not have to wipe poo for a while until I see a plump, sweet-smelling baby and decide I have to have another one. It's so great not be trying to get the largest size diaper they make to fit on your 3 year old that is as tall as a 5 year old. We had to get him out of diapers, because they weren't making them big enough anymore.
Thank you! Thank you heaven for no more smelly pants!
Monday, March 31, 2008
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I feel your relief -- our almost-five-year-old has been successfully out of diapers for a long time, except at night. She just can't do it. I told her that she takes care of her own clean-up in the morning, and she does (which she hates), but she can't pull the trigger yet. She's at the top end of the largest Huggies, so she'd better figure it out SOON.
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