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.
that poem made me cry. i want a baby.