About a year ago, I ordered an (enormous) box of diapers in size 6 before discovering the hard way that they were too big. Never mind, I figured, I’ll just put them away till he gains a few pounds. Over the past year, though, he’s gained a few inches but not so much in the way of pounds. He’s like his dad: tall and skinny.
Now, it looks like we’ll never get a chance to use those diapers because (knock wood, ftoo ftoo ftoo, etc.) Gatito is potty trained! I credit Tata entirely (and Gatito’s easy-going nature)– certainly not anything that A and I did, and I do wonder if he’ll spend the rest of his life shouting, “JELLY BEAN” after using the toilet, but who cares? We’re daytime diaper free! (FTOO FTOO FTOO.)
Tata is so getting a present.
(Had a great day today. Found a cute and comfortable pair of brown shoes to replace a pair I just noticed is embarrassingly atrociously out of style; a belted trench coat at Zara, which I loved and was not available in my size last time I was there; and a slim, pregnancy-defying top on the 50% off rack at BCBG. May not getting a chance to wear that shirt for long be my biggest problem.)
