Today we are celebrating one-week of being completely diaper-free in our house for the first time in four and a half years. Woo-hoo. It will be nice to have that $30/month back.
I hate to make comparisons, but my two-year-old is having a much easier time mastering this new skill than her sister did at her age, but I credit her sister's influence for the shorter learning curve.
My two-year-old had been nearly accident-free this entire first week, until last night. My husband suggested we go out to a nice dinner. I was enjoying my first few bites of a nice filet mignon, when my two-year-old looked right at me from across the table and said, I peed.
Not wanting to believe her, I said, You mean you have to pee?
She then screamed, I PEED!!!
My husband, who was sitting next to her in the booth, looked over, saw the puddle that was growing closer to him, and said, Crap. Luckily, it wasn't that, just pee, but pee was bad enough.
Embarrassed, my husband asked the waitress for a towel while I carried my soaking-wet daughter out to the car to try to find something with which to clean her. I knew I didn't have a change of clothes in the car, which goes to show the difference in parenting between child one and child two. With our first, we wouldn't have even dared to go out until she was at least a month or two accident-free. And even then, I would've brought at least four different changes of clothes in the suitcase I called the Diaper Bag. After the first child, you no longer have the time or energy for such preparations.
So our steaks were boxed up and we hung our heads as we did the walk of shame out of the restaurant.
I guess it will be some time until we try that again.
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