Potty Training Boot Camp: We Survived!
Our house for the last few days has been turned into a War Zone. Fresh underwear (and reading material) stacked in the bathrooms. Clorox wipes on the backs of the toilet. Rugs rolled up and out of the way. Couches covered in towels. Everyone’s nerves on edge just a bit, waiting for the inevitable. It all began on Thursday night, when Caroline ripped off her diaper at bath time and announced, “NO MORE DIAPERS. ONLY UNDIES!” Well okay then. I…