Official Declaration

I, CC, hereby decree the end of daytime diapers.  Officially finished.  Kaput.  The End.  Good Riddance.

For good measure, I am now also officially shouting from the rooftops (electronically) that Ben is potty trained. 

POTTY TRAINED.

YES!!! 

2,800 days of diapering (12/25/2002 to 8/25/2010).  Over.  Finite.

It was quite a long streak.  In fact, it's even longer than Cal Ripken's streak of 2,632 consecutive games for all you Orioles fans out there.  I now have a much better appreciation for that record, particularly since changing diapers is significantly less taxing than playing Major League Baseball.  (Less taxing, but more yucky)

Ben has been wearing underwear (which he calls PANTIES -- another hazard of two older sisters) for about two weeks. Scott has been working with Ben on the correct way to execute "Man Style".  (I have been repeatedly washing the walls and floor in the bathroom.)   

Have you seen that movie Office Space?  You know that part where they take the printer outside and smash it to pieces?  Guess what the fate is for the Diaper Genie?  Oh yes.  I just need to find the right song.

Say Goodbye.