My Poop in a Box

Okay, so not exactly MY poop. It was the little man’s poop. But in an effort to pay homage to Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg, I stayed true to the phrasing. We thought we were done. He’d finally mastered the art of using the toilet. Wiping, no, but...
Hello Kitty, Goodbye Diapers

Hello Kitty, Goodbye Diapers

We decided some time ago that we would not potty train the little miss. Like, ever. We quite simply did not want to fail as epically as we had with the little man. A year and a half of absolute hell had scarred us to the point of letting her wear diapers forever...

The Boy Who Cried Pee

My son is The Boy Who Cried Pee. We began potty training about a month ago. At recommendations from friends, we went cold turkey on diapers, moving to underpants for everything except nighttime. I have to say, he’s doing pretty well. With the occasional...