Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Blissful Freedom

Alrighty folks, it's official.

After close to eight years straight

thousands of dollars spent, 

countless hours and hours of my life,

many, many, MANY accidents involving bodily fluids on my legs and feet,

I don't even want to know what we did to the landfills of our country,

I have finally


changed the very last diaper I will ever change on one of my children.

That's right,

Jack Jack is potty trained.

(and the heavens open, the angels sing, and the Great Beam of Light comes down, basking me with Glory and Peace and a much nicer smelling house)

I had all these plans for this time, rolling around in the buckets of money we would save, re-decorating my house with the extra time on my hands, and being filled with so much awesome at the new stage we have finally reached in our family.  Instead, all the kids are going through a growth spurt at the same time, so all my buckets of money are going to food (seriously, one breakfast recently was two dozen eggs, a whole pineapple, a double batch of pancakes, and a whole package of bacon; and that was just the kids, Marty and I didn't eat,) which just leads to  even more trips to Costco with one more boy who pees.


Angel choir.


Paging Doctor Mommy said...

I can hear the Angels! Congrats Momma!

Unknown said...

You did promptly knock on wood after making this proclamation to the world right...just saying. :)

Whatever Dee-Dee wants said...

The last diaper change. That's a hug accomplishment. Congrats!