Here we go again.

I suppose I cannot complain too much. Parker has been practically 100% potty trained since his first day out of diapers. We go months without a single accident. Sure, they still happen- rarely.

Finley. Oh, Finley. We ran out of diaper last Friday and I am refusing to buy anymore. Ever. Well, for her at least. There is something strange about wiping a little butt while said little butt is talking in full sentences and narrating the entire thing. I mean, if you can tell me in complete sentences that you are going, that you've gone, and that you would like to be changed, you are done with diapers. Period. End of story.

Unlike Parker, Finley requires a pull-up. From all the reading and research I did on potty training I swore that I would never ever use these. Parker didn't/doesn't and neither would Fin. HA. Finley naps and sleeps in them and when we leave the house I have been putting on her big girl underwear with a pull-up over them. The simple truth is that she's just not quite ready. BUT there's no turning back now!

From the past four days I can tell this is going to be a very long road. A long and messy road. From what I've read, a road that is no less messy now or in a year from now. Godspeed little girl.