honesty: a glimpse of my crazy


Dallan's not sleeping well... again. Most mornings, he wakes up totally dry. Sometimes, he wakes up between 5 and 6 am, with a very wet diaper. I should get serious about potty training, I know the signs, the signs are there. I just don't want to (stomp stomp)! It's one part "potty training is a total nightmare," and one part "he's my baby and he'll just have to stay that way." I've almost purchased Star Wars toddler undies, several times. I don't want to move from the diaper aisle. I like the diaper aisle. The diaper aisle is for mommies with babies. I do think I should wait until our holiday travel plans are over.

I also think he may be ready to leave the crib behind (sniff sniff), but I can't do it. I really mean that. My heart cannot take it.

Two years ago, I posted this poem (here come the water works).

This may be the death of me.

2 Comments:

  1. angela hardison said...
    ah! he's so tiny in that pic.

    that poem made me cry. i want a baby.
    Rani said...
    Oh I do relate...I hate them growing up. And I swear every Sunday as I put his church pants on he gets taller :( I loved that poem...love love love it!

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