Another change

Earlier this week at the grocery store, we had to buy our monthly jumbo pack of diapers. I know it's different everywhere, but I've found that Giant Eagle has the best prices on Pampers Baby Dry here, especially if you can get a $3 off coupon. This month we had to bite the bullet and move from size 3 to size 4, which means more ball room for the boy but 12 fewer diapers in the box. I shouldn't complain, since G's been in size 3's for over a year now, but it still hurts to get less bang for your buck.

Lora recently wrote about the same thing, though her little guy was making the jump from 4's to 5's. (As a note: Jake is about three months older than G, so this is further proof that I have birthed a very tiny guy.) Lora has seen this as a call to the potty, while I'm figuring it will be another year until we even attempt that one. Grady may prove me wrong, but so far he's only interested in flushing the toilet repeatedly, not sitting on it. And after the fun that was training Evan, I learned a valuable lesson--he'll do it when he's good and ready. It's all too clear that G is not anywhere near ready for that one. I hope Lora has better luck with Jake!

So it will be more (and bigger) poopy diapers for me. I've been changing somebody's diapers for over six years now, so I'm really used to it. It will be a strange day when I no longer have to carry a diaper bag--I might actually have to buy a purse. It will be an even stranger day when I'm only in charge of wiping my own ass again. Dare to dream.