Five years, seven months.
It's been a very long time doing this one thing every day. Sometimes upwards of eight times a day.
It's a filthy habit. One that I've been slowly phasing out.
Truth be told, I'm not the only one with the habit. The Wife is just a guilty in this as I am.
But through the power of positive thinking and reinforcement, we've been working hard toward breaking this cycle.
Interrupted sleep has been aplenty. Screaming and crying at all hours.
Over the long MLK weekend, we quit cold turkey.
I'm proud to report that in the last 10 days, The Boy has not worn a diaper during the day or overnight, and with the exception of a small accident in his bed Saturday night—which I fully admit to being my fault (I'll explain later)—has been dry all day and night.
Truth be told, he's latched onto this "no accidents, dry all day and night" thing way better than his sister ever did.
I won't go into the details of bedtime routine, because it's boring reading. However, the reason I take blame for the Saturday night accident is because I tried to push the time between taking him to the bathroom. See, we take him right before going to bed at 8, and then I'll wake him and take him to the bathroom again at 11. He makes it until 6 without problems. Saturday night, I was being a bit lazy and tired and not wanting to get off the couch, and tried to get to 11:30. I got up from the couch intending to put a LaCroix can into recycling and then taking him. If I'd only taken him first because he met me at the hall door where he said, "I'm a little wet." We live, we learn.
But the moral of the story is that after over five-and-a-half years of changing diapers for two kids, we are officially done with the damn things.
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