We've spent the past three days in baby booty boot camp, holed up with the little potty, a bag of M&Ms, and a pile of stickers. As much as he may have initially enjoyed non-stop TV (seriously, if I ever have to watch Frozen again it will be too soon, I really do *not* want to build a snowman, anymore, ever) I'm pretty sure even Matthew is getting a little desperate for company besides mine. So he's waiting for his big sisters to get home from school and play with him!
Also? Three days of wearing underpants, zero accidents. Could it have been that easy...? Do I dare bring him out in public with no diaper tomorrow??
