Toilet training

I know because yesterday I asked Charlotte to lean forward and grab my knees so that I could wipe her bottom and I wound up with toddler poop all over the bottom six inches of my hair.  Which means that, OF →MORE...

Dear Charlotte, You are two and a half years old now and as testament to the whirlwind life has become with a two and a half year old child in the house, I didn’t even notice you’d hit the big milestone →MORE...

Last night, Charlotte was busy hacking away at a perfectly innocent avocado when suddenly her entire demeanor changed.  She looked at me and this terrified look crossed her face. Any parent who has ever toilet-trained a child knows what look I’m →MORE...

One morning about two months ago Charlotte woke up in the morning and refused to let me take off her diaper unless I solemnly swore that I would put her in a pair of underpants.  Not the blue pair with the →MORE...

I had a completely different post planned for part-three and that post pretty much said BOW BEFORE ME, FOR MY DAUGHTER CAN USE A TOILET, but it turns out that the universe is basically good for one thing and that one →MORE...