I'm Saying Farewell

Don't get me wrong, it's a fond farewell.  We've been together for 11 years, an on again off again relationship.  They've seen me through 3 wonderful children, and almost never let me down, through the most messy times, they always seemed to keep it all together.  No matter how I tried to prolong it, I have come to the realization that it's time to say goodbye. 

I will never buy another package of diapers (for one of my own children) again.  There is a certain amount of bittersweetness to this monumental event. 

2 days before Talia's birthday, she told me she didn't want her diapers, she wanted her panties.  She did great all that day, and we've had some hits and misses since, but 3 weeks later, she's completely trained for urine.  She takes pride in staying dry, and I was worried today, because I worked last night, but she came to wake me from my dozing when she needed to go. 

Unfortunately, I will still be buying pull ups for awhile, because my fearless daughter is afraid to poop in the toilet.  Not even the bribe of Pez (one of her favorites) can convince her it's ok. 

That doesn't matter so much to me, I know it will come.  I knew this milestone was coming, and I'm very excited!