daily mantra: “the only way to prove you that you have lost your inner child is if you don’t laugh when you hear the word “poop”. { someone named Amanda that is NOT me…I swear}
sooo……
not holding back. i suck at two things related to motherhood in general (that i will readily admit to, that is). first, i am an awful mother when flu season comes around. (the throwing up, can’t make it to the bathroom flu…and even though i know there is a genuine amount of shame in this confession, i will tell you that if i even get a flu rumor via Facebook, i am keeping the girls home from school).
the other thing is…..potty training. first…i love diapers. am i the only one who LOVES them?! i really like the aroma of a freshly changed, or a freshly opened package of Pampers diapers. i like the way that diapers personify me as a mother in the shopping isle like nothing else does (other than bags under my eyes). i like the Velcro sound they make coming on and off and how good it feels to wipe and diaper and powder a baby bottom. that is right…a BABY bottom. but, buying Pampers size 5 diapers feels like buying too much candy when you are above the age when ‘too much candy’ is forgiven. guilt. i was able to overcome this guilt when i was running off to shoot a wedding every weekend this summer, but now the potty training drill sargent (i.e. my darling husband Michael) has turned up the heat.
something as silly as diapers is bittersweet, huh? Katie is fine with it, of course. only one mistake since Sunday, which means she was probably ready for this months ago. it is me with the psychological wish wash (official term). i called my mom today and when she asked if anything was new i told her about the potty and she cheered on the other end of the line…but stopped, because she got it. (she always does)
the good news, no more diapers. the bad news…no more diapers. 
by amanda.b.
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