Packed Away
Last night I packed away the last of our daytime diapers into the closet. A few weeks ago the booster seat was tucked away into the panty. Summer clothes are about to be sorted for sale or donation, and it's time to buy new sizes of pants and shirts. Little Man is growing in so many ways, and we're reaching a new season of life. Moving on from diapers seems to be a milestone of a much different sort. Without dwelling too much on the details (for both his privacy and my sanity), it feels like an irreversible gateway to his independence. Initially, this process causes a little too much closeness; eventually, though, it evolves into a new sense of control. We certainly are saving money in diaper costs, though our constant laundry costs fill the gap. I now also know the fastest route to several gas stations on the way to daycare or school because emergencies happen. Accidents will happen, progress will lead to regressions to progress again, an...