Levi had an allergic reaction to the cheap diapers I bought.
It was bad. He had to air out.
So we did the only logical thing; we started potty training.
We pulled out the Elmos (AKA underwear), and set up shop in the bathroom.
I had to move the toilet paper to prevent aimless flushing, and at some point I decided they should sell potty training kits: carpet cleaner, storybooks, pile of underwear, wipes, patience…
Watching him build blocks on the table today, I realized he’s bigger than I thought. He’s grown again.
I hate that. Oh, but he’s still small enough to scoop up and carry around. Even if he does look like my very own “wild thing.”