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Last night Aslynn went through the night again without wetting her diaper. Micah wet not only his pull-up, but his sheets and blankets again. We're in the midst of toilet-training Aslynn, and it's going alright - except for the 'stinky' element of it all. She hates her training underwear. It's pretty panties or nothing, and when she has an 'oops', it's excruciating punishment to return to those training underwear.

Aslynn went to school today with Mommy in a pull-up. She played on the slide. She played in her kitchen. She danced around her little friends at Moms & Tots with Grandma and Mommy and Judah there. AND she got to go see Micah at his school today too and bought herself a book at the book fair. Was she dry after? I don't recall.

This little rascal. She was definitely tired coming home from all of that. She grumped and complained about Micah four or five times before we got lunch on. I'm sure she has a cold because she was coughing last night, has a runny nose, and sneezed it all over at lunch. We wiped her up following that, and she says to us, "Girls don't - only boys pick nose." (She then proceeded to point at each of us adults in an accusatory stance and stare as though we were 'boys'). At least she kept her underwear dry. I swear she only tells Grandma when she has to 'go'.

After lunch she started a couple more arguments, so we figured it was time for bed. We heard her playing around in her room after a few minutes, so Faith went in to check on her...

Faith shouted Aslynn's name like it was an evil thing. Grandma and I came to observe whatever catastrophe had befallen her. And there she was. Aslynn had removed her nap-time diaper, done her deed, and then smeared it across the floor, put the diaper in it, wiped it on her princess bed, rubbed it onto her sheets, sat down naked on her blankets, and ground it into the sheer curtain that surrounds her rest area.

Yeuch.

Like the man that I am, I got the poo-covered princess to the bathroom, sat her on the toilet, ran the bathwater, got her in, and left. That's right. I left. I exited running, I might add. And now I'm at the library getting work done. Shhh. Don't tell!

- Mark