One small step for a girl

But a giant step for landfill reduction: Eliot is done with diapers, day and night.

In fact, in the middle of typing this, I heard the most unusual sound of late night crying upstairs.. she wanted help to go potty.

Actually both my children have had a miraculous sense that once they are in bed, they have to stay there. Anselm gets up to go to the bathroom, but I only remember a single time, a few months ago, when he came to our room during the night. Eliot still seems to believe herself essentially in a crib. Her total rejection of the crib when we got home from Japan was apparently not a protest of confinement.