Milestones

I've become quite taken by a work of literary genius called Potty, by Leslie Patricelli. It's had a rather transformative effect on me. This masterpiece, which straddles something between fiction and nonfiction —combined with Ira's discipline and my parents' anamolous adherence to rules this time—has helped me master potty training rather quickly. And it's been a real game-changer in our house. The most obvious effects being the reprieve on my parents' wallet and the lack of a stench coming from the diaper genie.  Now, I go all the time in the big potty and wipe my tush all by myself. And in a pinch, my dad even taught me how to water hydrangea and other flora along 6th Avenue in the Slope. (Note: I had a photo of my very first cahkie, but my editors removed it given the high volume of traffic on this blog.) The same week I kicked the diaper, I also kicked the pacie. Go big or go home, I say.