I was wrong. After 10 days of wiping up messes from the floor (thank heaven 80% of the flooring in our house is stone), emphasizing and re-emphasizing where exactly business is supposed to be done, threatening, cajoling, and bribing, not much has changed except for Sophia's ability to hold it longer.
And so this morning I pulled the diapers out again. I've realized two things: some fights just aren't worth it and there are worse things than changing dirty cloth diapers.
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Aww... Darn! It was worth a try, but I totally agree. Sometimes you have to know when to strategically retreat!
Yeah, whatever. Remembering the strength of heredity in determining behavior, she may not be out of diapers until she's a Beehive.
Plus she's pretty little still. Isn't she barely 18 months? I don't blame you for wanting to try, though! Have you liked using cloth diapers more than disposable diapers?
Now you know why I didn't even consider potty-training you until Dad took matters in his own hands when you were over three. Brynn wore me out.
Sarah, I really haven't had much of a problem with cloth diapers; most of the time they're not more of a hassle than disposables, and when I do have the occasional mess, there's a sprayer in the tub next to the toilet that helps a lot (Egyptian toilets aren't like American ones with the nice large bowl of water to swish in...).
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