wingman is officially out of diapers!...
(well, we haven't tackled nighttime yet)
i am proud of him and very pleased that my last poopy diaper is behind me...it all happened very quickly yesterday (you have to poop and need a diaper?...oh darn, we're out of diapers (lie)...you can either wait until papa gets home or sit on the potty now) and had i known the last poopy diaper was indeed the last one would i have been a bit sad about it?...HELL NO!
i am now entering a new era of motherhood known as "no longer needs a diaper bag EVER AGAIN"...and the prospect of no longer having to transport and deal with poopy diapers is quite appealing i must say...
(are you tired of me using the phrase "poopy diapers" yet?)
only now i am certain timing and bathroom availability will be essential in my forays out of the house to prevent any eruptions...
and speaking of eruptions, today i will cut it short as we are constructing a volcano outside as part of the excitement surrounding the doins' up at mount st. helens...only the duke has decided that he wants it to be a prehistoric volcano...he's gathering all the plastic dinosaurs and apparently i am on "tree" duty...
i have no idea what wingman's job is but he's got the glue and a cup full of markers and he's headed into the living room...not a good sign!...gotta go!
x.
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