And the glory, the glory of the toilet!

I have not changed a diaper in 48 hours.

Can you hear the angels singing in their resounding glory in the heavens? Or is it just me?

There are so many milestones of parenting, so many moments of joy and sorrow. We removed the childproof gate from the stairs the other day (our youngest had figured out how to unlock it, so what was the point?). The highchair is in the attic, along with the crib. In time, we’ll take down the bedrails.

But nothing compares to this.

Take that, Pampers! Ha, I am no longer a slave to you. My daughter’s newfound independence and her ability to strip herself naked within twenty seconds are paying off. (I am hoping she’ll outgrow her desire to moon the world at least before her sixteenth birthday). There are no sweeter words in the English language than, “Mommy, potty?”

Excuse me while I go revel in this. 20 months old, people! I am so loving this. Maybe I’ll go set the remaining Pampers on fire and do a ritual dance. With a big bottle of champagne, of course. No diapers!!!! Wahoo!