. . . in the car again.
(sorry. Just saying 'we're back" I hear that line in my head. Ten points if you know which movie it's from!)
We are not back in the car, just to clarify. We are back. . . dun, dun, dun. . . in diapers.
Yep. My son went through a miserable stomach flu through most of December which involved some pretty nasty diarrhea. The uncontrollable kind that requires a diaper. And, my son has decided he just likes diapers better.
He will be 4 in April, if you're wondering.
I don't know if I can do this again. I put him in underwear the other day, thinking we would start the process over. After the 6th accident, I just couldn't take it any more. We were down to one or less accidents a day. Poop in the potty consistently. And it's gone. It's all gone.
And, honestly, I would rather change diapers for the rest of my life than deal with the amount of accidents that I am thinking is going to have to happen.
Help me, blog friends. You are my only hope.