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A Glimpse of Our Last Year in Photos

June 26, 2015 by lauren.anvari@gmail.com Leave a Comment

I finally dusted the cobwebs off of our nice camera and uploaded all the pictures onto my computer. Below are some of my favorites. This has made me realize that it’s rare for Raf and I to be in the same photo. I’m putting ‘get some nice family pictures’ on my none existent to-do list. The sofa series at the end completely slays me.

He loves his backpack!

We took a trip to NYC in October and Asher decided he HAD to caress and kiss my BARE belly in the middle of sheep’s meadow…

Halloween 2014 – last minute DIY Jedi Knight costume. Second Halloween in a row that we had head colds the week leading up to it and thus had to scrape something together last minute.

Proof that we really did start taking weekly belly shots but then we moved and life happened and we totally flaked…sorry Bennett!

That time Raf grew his beard out and we had to document it before he finally succumbed to my pleas for him to shave it off.

Yet another attempt at documenting my pregnancy with Bennett like we did with Asher.

ASHER’S FACE IS EVERYTHING!!! Seriously, I have never seen a sweeter expression of love or pride than this one on his face as he gazes at his brand new sister for one of the first times.

My sweet Bennett.

“The sibling relationship is the longest relationship we will have with anyone on this planet” – Grandma Carol

The aforementioned couch series. Enjoy!

Bennett’s Monthly Growth Series // 3

May 27, 2015 by lauren.anvari@gmail.com 1 Comment

rolled over (tummy to back), has started to chuckle but still no full belly laugh, eyes are a bluish grey, sleeps un-swaddled, has cheeks for days, hair is still peach fuzz, has started drooling a bit, has found her fingers and loves sucking on her index and middle fingers at the same time, normally wakes up 1-2 times at night, still looks exactly like mommy

The past three months have whizzed by! If having one child was great, having two is that much sweeter. I LOVE having another baby. It’s so wonderful watching Asher and Bennett interact, nothing is more endearing. Asher is still absolutely enamored by Bennett. He showers her in the gentlest, hugs and kisses. He caresses her head and asks her sweet little questions, like if she had a good nap. It’s to die for. There is not a single hint of jealousy from Asher. Bennett is a delightful and incredibly easy going baby, but she still occupies a lot of my time and Asher takes it in stride. I’m just in awe of how seamlessly he has transitioned from being an only child to being a big brother.

Bennett lights up the room with her smiles. She has the teeniest mouth, and yet she has this way of smiling that rivals the sun. She opens her mouth super wide and turns her head to the side like she’s being a little bit shy, but the main event is her eyes. You can just feel the warmth and adoration pouring out of them. It really does make you feel like the most important person on the planet for a moment. I have yet to capture one of these show stoppers in a photograph, but hopefully soon.

She started rolling over from her tummy to her back this month, and while she hasn’t rolled the other way yet, I decided now was as good a time as ever to stop swaddling, especially with the temperature getting warmer and warmer. It took a bit of adjusting on her part. I think she woke up nearly every hour or two the first night and naps were really difficult, but she’s since gotten the hang of it. One night this month she went down at 7:30pm and didn’t wake up until 6am. It was glorious, except I didn’t go to bed until after midnight, so I completely missed out on my opportunity to get a full night’s rest and I woke up super engorged. The poor girl was practically drowning in milk. That night was an anomaly, she normally wakes up once and sometimes twice. I’ve been implementing what I like to call the “no sleep training, sleep training method’ and it’s awesome, but more on that later.

Bennett has discovered the joys of sucking on her fingers and is obsessed. She favors sucking on her index and middle finger right now, which elicits adorably loud slurping sounds. She has an on again, off again relationship with the pacifier. One week, she’s totally uninterested the next she loves it and back and forth she goes. Thankfully we’re in a ‘loving it’ week. She isn’t nearly as floppy as she once was and can actually feel quite stiff and compact as times. Her rolls continue to expand and I love munching on them.

I’m savoring her babyhood, but it’s just flying by!

Happy Mother’s Day // 2015

May 10, 2015 by lauren.anvari@gmail.com 1 Comment

Dear Asher and Bennett,

Thank you! Thank you for making me a mother.

Thank you for teaching me true selflessness, for testing me every day, for bringing me infinite joy, for helping me learn patience and for showing me that detachment is a hard won virtue.

Thank you for your sweet cuddles and for your chubby cheeks, which are just so kissable.

Thank you for filling my heart with so much love that at times I feel that it may burst, because no heart should be able to hold this much love, and yet, it does. And the more I get to know you, with every passing day, I only love you more.

I’m sorry for my short comings. I’m sorry for yelling sometimes, I’m sorry for not giving you 100% of my attention every second of every day, because you deserve all my attention. You deserve all my time.

I promise I’ll keep striving to be better. I know I’ve made mistakes and I know I’ll make more but thank you for forgiving me and for loving me anyway.

You are unequivocally the best things I have ever done. I just feel so deeply blessed and humbled that I get to be the person you call “mom”.

I love you!

Mommy

Recipe: Berry Garcia Durian Ice Cream

May 1, 2015 by lauren.anvari@gmail.com Leave a Comment

When it comes to durian, the pungent aroma is the main barrier to loving this sweet custard flavored fruit. And let me tell you it is a HUGE barrier. It does not smell good. Not at all. But it really is the perfect vehicle for homemade raw vegan ice cream. It doesn’t melt the same way frozen banana ice cream does and it is SUPER creamy.

For this recipe I decided on a twist on the classic Cherry Garcia flavor, mainly because mixed berries were what I had on hand. This is a great treat for toddlers, because they totally think they’re eating something indulgent when it’s really just fruit.

If you don’t live somewhere tropical where you can get fresh durian and jack fruit, you can find them frozen at most asian grocery stores. I got mine at H-Mart.

Ingredients:

1 pound (about 2-3 cups) of frozen durian, chopped (seedless is easiest, but any will do)

1/2 cup frozen mixed berries

2 frozen jackfruit pods, chopped (about 1/4 cup)

1 tsp vanilla flavor (I used Trader Joes’ alchohol free)

1/4 cup of carob chips

Directions:

Allow all the frozen fruit to sit out for a bit until it thaws just slightly and is a little soft (this makes blending so much easier). Blend all the ingredients except the carob chips in a food processor until creamy and smooth. Add the carob chips and pulse until they are chopped up a bit and mixed throughout. Serve and enjoy immediately!

Durian ice cream is great for experimenting with ingredients and flavors. Next time, I’m definitely going to make a mint chocolate chip using fresh mint, YUM!

Side note: Be sure to throw out the durian wrappers ASAP or your whole house will smell like the stuff. I made the mistake of taking a nap before properly disposing of the packaging in a sealed bag and I woke up to the smell and it was STRONG. Oh well, nothing a scented candle can’t fix!

Bennett’s Monthly Growth Series // 2

April 28, 2015 by lauren.anvari@gmail.com Leave a Comment

11 pounds 9.5 ounces (60th percentile), 22 3/4 inches long (65th percentile), 15.5 inches head circumference (83rd percentile), got thrush again, smiles readily, on the verge of laughing, discovered her fists and loves to gum them, tolerates bath time, sleeps for a 6-8 hour stretch at night, usually wakes up once or twice at night, has a bedtime schedule, still very cuddly, extremely impatient – now means NOW, looks like a clone of mommy

My little Rosebud is two months old! I can’t believe how fast the time is flying. I remember things moving much slower when Asher was her age. Bennett is an absolute delight. We are all entranced by her. She is quick to smile and very well natured. She has periods of fussiness in the evenings, but I’ve found that as long as I hold her OR leave her alone (one of those two) she’ll settle quickly. I normally put her down to bed awake and she falls asleep on her own with no fuss, I just make sure to replace her pacifier a couple times. It’s wonderful, I feel like I’ve reclaimed my evenings! She loves to nurse and when she’s ready she isn’t at all patient about it, the girl knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to make herself heard.

She is basically my clone. The resemblance is absolutely uncanny! I feel like I’m looking at a picture of myself when I was a baby. What is my face doing on this tiny body?! It’s so weird, but after two years of seeing 99% Rafaan in Asher, it’s really fun to see my genes shine through.

Asher is still totally besotted. He handles her so sweetly and demonstrates a tenderness in her presence that is solely reserved for her. It makes my heart swell to bursting to see their interactions.

There is something so special about having a daughter. Neither Raf or I have sisters, so this feels totally novel and exciting, not that she’s really anything other than just a baby right now, but still. After having 3 sons my grandparents were blessed with a daughter and my grandfather always told me, he felt complete as a parent once my aunt came along, and I totally know how he felt now.

Still trying to figure out how to function with two. Parenting is the easy part, making dinner…not so much, but I’ll get there…hopefully. Also whoever said newborns were a ton of work never had a toddler, but more on that later.

Benny Girl is filling out quite nicely, I am LOVING all the rolls she’s getting. Asher at 2 months was 9.5 ounces lighter and half an inch longer, so I’m really enjoying all the chubby baby kisses!

How to Stop Thumb Sucking

April 7, 2015 by lauren.anvari@gmail.com Leave a Comment

When Asher was a baby I tried desperately to get him to take a pacifier, and it worked…for a while. As soon as he discovered his thumbs, all bets were off. It was love. At first I wasn’t all that concerned about it, because favored both thumbs equally, but after a while I started to notice that he was exclusively sucking his left thumb and I knew it may end up being an issue.

After both his pediatrician and dentist told me that it was important for his teeth and jaw that he stop sucking his thumb by the time he was two years old, I started looking into ways to get him to break the habit.

After Asher’s first birthday I decided that it was time to get serious about breaking the habit. The first thing I tried was Dr. Thumb. After waiting for an insanely long time for the thing to arrive, I threw it on Asher’s hand and was satisfied that it seemed comfortable, (although it did leave red marks on his hand after a while). He was supposed to wear it for 3 weeks to break the habit, but about half way through the poor guy got sick and I decided that we would table the thumb sucking issue and revisit it at a later date. As soon as I took the contraption off he began sucking his thumb again as though he had never stopped. Over all the Dr. Thumb was a lot of effort for poor results, so I knew moving forward that I wanted to find a better solution.

For the next year Raf and I tired to only allow Asher to suck his thumb at nap time and bed time, but it was an up hill battle – the thing was attached to him for crying out loud! I began noticing that he was sucking his thumb more and more frequently throughout the day and while talking to him about it and reasoning with him worked for short periods, his thumb always made it’s way back into his mouth.

Since we potty trained him right before his second birthday, I decided to wait a few months before piling on more change and cracking down on his thumb sucking.

In early February I knew it was time. His potty training was firmly established, if not totally complete, and we had had a month to settle into our new house. With the impending arrival of a new baby, we were in the calm before the storm. I ordered Mavala Stop from Amazon.

When it arrived, I read the box which stated “with small children, the efficacy can be compromised as their taste buds are not fully developed and they may like the bitterness of the product. Not for children under 3 years old.” I felt confident that Asher’s taste buds were developed enough, so I decided to try it out anyway.

I told him that I had something that would help him stop sucking his thumb like his dentist and pediatrician wanted, which would help protect his teeth. I asked if he’d like to give it a try and he was pretty excited and curious about it. I painted it on his thumb and explained that it would taste really yucky if he put it in his mouth. I guess he didn’t want to take my word for it, because he promptly yet tentatively stuck his thumb in his mouth. All traces of doubt that it would taste horrible immediately vanished as he made disgusted sounds and asked me to wipe his tongue off. Once I had successfully washed the taste out of his mouth, he asked me to apply more of the polish to his thumb.

A few hours later, it was time for his nap and as I put him down I reminded him not to suck his thumb because it would taste awful. He rolled right over and went to sleep without putting his thumb in his mouth, although it did get pretty close.

He woke up from his nap crying. He came out of his room with his mouth open, his tongue sticking out and drooling. The poor guy must have sucked his thumb in his sleep. I once again helped him wash the taste out of his mouth and to my disbelief he again asked me to reapply the polish. I explained that it didn’t have to be reapplied for a few days, which really upset him.

He never sucked his thumb again. Seriously. I did reapply the polish a few days later, but I really didn’t have to. He had practically quit cold turkey. It was amazing!

If thumb sucking is always this easy a habit to break, I hope all my kids suck their thumbs! It’s just so much more convenient than pacifiers. His thumb was always accessible and I never had to worry about searching for lost binkies, which also meant I wasn’t able to take his thumb away, so getting him to stop could have been a huge trial, but thankfully Mavala Stop worked like a charm! I also think that waiting until he was old enough to understand what we were trying to achieve was a huge factor in the success.

All In a Name

April 1, 2015 by lauren.anvari@gmail.com 1 Comment

We get asked all the time how we came up with the names for our children, so I thought that I’d write about it.

Rafaan and I like unique names. We also feel strongly that a name should have a positive meaning.

Asher Nathan

Asher is a Hebrew name meaning “happy, blessed, fortunate” and since we met and got married in Haifa, Israel we felt that this was only fitting. Ash, we also felt was a nod to his Persian heritage and Asher also has arabic roots, meaning “wise or knowledgeable.” Furthermore Ash is a type of tree, and when I was pregnant with Asher I said a prayer for marriage every day that has a line in it that states: “…that there may branch out from this great tree boughs that will grow green and flourishing through the gifts that rain down from Thy clouds of grace.” So Asher just felt right to us. It was the first name we thought about and really was the only name we ever seriously considered. At the time it wasn’t common, but apparently everyone else had the same idea and it’s now a fairly trendy name, much to my displeasure.

Nathan is my paternal grandfather’s name. I was very close with him and love him dearly. He passed away nearly 9 years ago, but I still feel strongly that he played a part in bringing Raf and I together. He was a wonderful human being and made everyone he encountered feel special. Nathan, also happens to be a Hebrew name, meaning “God’s gracious gift.”

Bennett Rose

Bennett is latin from the root Benedictus, meaning “blessed.” We first came across this name years ago, when our friend Kent mentioned that he liked the idea of naming a girl Bennet, after Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice (our Bennett is not in fact named after that Bennet). When I was pregnant with Bennett, but before we knew we were having a girl, Kent was over one night, which I think reminded Rafaan of the name, and he stated that he liked the name Bennett for a girl. I agreed and we liked it even better once we found out what it meant. When we found out we were having a girl, we never even considered anything else (although it did take a while to decide on how we were going to spell it). Bennett just felt right. We both like non-traditional names for girls and names that may more commonly be used for boys. Bennett may be slightly trendy as a boy name, but we’re confident that it’s fairly unique as a girl’s name. In addition studies have shown that women with sexually ambiguous names tend to be more successful than their effeminately named female counterparts in typically male dominated fields. This and this are interesting reads. This certainly didn’t influence our name choice, but instead just affirmed it. However, I certainly hope that by the time Bennett is old enough to get a job her name won’t matter.

Rose is latin meaning “rose, a flower” and since Bennett is a somewhat long and masculine name, I wanted a short and feminine middle name. I really liked how Bennett Rose sounded, but I didn’t want her middle name to be arbitrary, rather I wanted it to hold significance or be after someone we loved. We tested out a few other middle names, but none felt right and then I was saying a prayer for children and realized that the rose in fact is mentioned in many Bahá’í prayers and Writings. Furthermore, the Bahá’í Shrines are scented with rose water and the gardens at the Bahá’í World Centre (where Raf and I first met) are filled with roses. So, we liked that the name Rose was a nod to where we met as well as the fact that it holds special significance in Bahá’í texts. We also liked how it’s a fairly old, traditional name and felt that it brought balance to the more recent, trendy name of Bennett.

Anvari is Iranian and means “something that has been set alight.”

On Having a Daughter

March 30, 2015 by lauren.anvari@gmail.com 4 Comments

For as long as I can remember I have always wanted to have children. I wanted at least three children and at least one of each sex. After we had Asher and got our boy, we were really hoping for a little girl and we feel incredibly blessed to have received Bennett.

I’ve always been a feminist. I’ve always fiercely believed in and advocated for the equality of men and women. I’ve hated gender stereotyping and pigeon holing. I’ve done my best to raise my son without any such gendered expectations imposed upon him. I’ve taught him that there is no such thing as boy or girl colors, rather there are only colors. His favorite color is currently bright pink and while, I hate the color pink I’m happy that he loves it and hope he is never made to feel like he shouldn’t. I try and let him choose his preferences when there is an opportunity to so as not to have my deeply ingrained, society influenced, gendered views influence him.

However since having a daughter, which, I admit hasn’t even been a month, I’ve been appalled to notice that I’ve been thinking about her future mainly in terms of her physical appearance. I keep hoping that she’ll be beautiful and imagining what she’ll look like as though beauty is the most important thing a woman can aspire to. This isn’t me! So, where is it coming from?!

As a woman, I am not above society’s influence. I feel constant pressure to conform to societal expectations of beauty for women, even though I know that my value is SO much more than that.

I have never once thought about how I hope Asher will grow up to be a good looking man, so why do I now find myself hoping that Bennett will grow up to be a good looking woman? It’s shallow and makes me incredibly uncomfortable to confront this part of myself but how can I hope to change and raise children that are better than me if I am unwilling to closely examine and work on my short comings?

I’d like to think that I hope she’s beautiful because that will make life easier for her in a world where woman are already disadvantaged, but I’m sure that isn’t all of it.

I honestly care most about the depth of her character (and Asher’s too for that matter) rather than the way she looks, and yet I find myself dwelling on the latter. I need to practice thought catching. I don’t want anyone to ever make her feel that her self-worth is mainly skin deep, but especially not her own mother. I want to empower her to be confident, to believe in herself, to value service to humanity, to have an outward facing orientation, to dream big and to be driven to chase those dreams. In order for those to happen, I have to lead by example to the best of my abilities and that means constantly working and striving to improve.

Bennett’s Monthly Growth Series // 1

March 27, 2015 by lauren.anvari@gmail.com Leave a Comment

super cuddly – only wants to sleep touching mommy – hates bath time – got thrush – had a tongue tie clipped – went from 25th to 43rd percentile in weight – loves to eat – started to smile – looks most like mommy but has daddy’s feet

I can hardly believe it’s been one month already! Time has flown by! It is truly a delight to be this little girl’s mother, not that she does much more than sleep, eat and poop at the moment, but still. I love this tiny person so much! It’s amazing how your heart and your capacity to love just expand when you have another child.

Asher loves his little sister. His voice takes on a tender, sweet tone whenever he speaks about her and he showers her in hugs and kisses, which considering that everyone and anyone else has to beg for his affection, is pretty amazing. Seeing him interact with her makes my heart want to explode. I’m still not sure how I’m going to navigate being a mother of two once the last of the grandparents leave next week, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out.This past month, we’ve had first my parents and then Raf’s parents here the whole time and I’m so thankful to them for all the help, because it’s allowed me to be on a Babymoon with my daughter. We’ve had the time to snuggle and nurse and sleep and bond uninterrupted and I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to do so.

This girl is SO cuddly! I hoped I would get a cuddly child and that is exactly what I’ve gotten. It is nearly impossible to get her to sleep anywhere other than on me or right next to me and touching me in some way, which means that we have been bed sharing fairly often. I have been loving all the snuggles that this allows but I’m also terrified that she’ll be smothered or that Asher will come bounding into our bed and crush her. I’ve been working on getting to to sleep in her bassinet, but as often as it works, it also fails and she wakes up shortly after being separated from me. I’ve found that putting a rolled blanket next to her, swaddling, and having a space heater near by helps trick her into thinking she’s still next to me. Baby wearing works for when I need to get stuff done, but after nearly 10 months of being practically sedentary (I know, I know) I’m so weak that I find it kills my back after a while, but then again, even just standing up feels like a chore…I really need to get back to being active again. I’m hoping that she gets a bit better at sleeping apart from me before Raf’s mom leaves next week, because I certainly won’t be able to sit on the couch all day and hold her while she sleeps once I’m Asher’s sole source of entertainment again.

I’m just so excited to get to know her and to watch her personality unfold, but I’m also acutely aware that these sweet moments are fleeting so I’m cherishing and reviling in every second of it. With Asher I kept looking forward to when he’d do the next thing or reach the next milestone, but this time I know how quickly each stage passes and that some things may not last. I’m relishing every cuddle and snuggle.

Potty Training Asher // 24 months old

March 27, 2015 by lauren.anvari@gmail.com 1 Comment

I decided to potty train Asher the week before his second birth day. I had actually tried and failed miserably twice before that, largely due to the fact that both times I has spontaneously decided to potty train him with zero preparation and with no help. So this time, I decided I needed to call in the big guns. So I called up my second cousin in-law, Rachael, who has successfully potty trained 3 kids and got some pointers.

Here is what we did:

First I picked a weekend when Raf and I would both be home and that we didn’t have anything else going on. This is key, because you want two parents around during the first couple days (which are the hardest) to tag team the child, so you don’t get frustrated and give up. I also ordered LOTS of toddler underwear and training pants (I already had a potty chair and potty book). I stocked up on dairy free dark chocolate chips to serve as a reward/incentive and I also created a potty chart, with a column for pee and a column for poop and placed in a prominent spot on the fridge, which he would be able to put a sticker on and track his progress each time he successfully used the potty. Lastly, I got an egg timer to use to get him to stay sitting on the potty for a certain length of time.

As the weekend approached both Raf and I talked with Asher about how exciting it was that he was going to be able to start wearing undies and using the potty just like mommy and daddy. We also read him his potty book and took him to the bathroom to watch us go whenever we went. He was definitely interested in the process.

My plan was to go cold turkey with the diapers (except during nap and bed time).

As soon as I heard him wake up on Saturday morning, I bolted out of bed, whipped his diaper off of him and sat him on his potty. You see I had noticed that many mornings he woke up dry but would pee shortly after waking up, so I wanted to try to catch this first pee in the potty to help him understand what we were trying to accomplish. I set the egg timer for 1 minute…and nothing happened, BUT he still wanted to sit there so I set it for another minute and lo and behold he pee’d in the potty!!! Raf and I made a HUGE fuss about it, gave him a chocolate chip, let him put a sticker on his chart and even had him help flush the pee down the toilet. It was a serious stroke of luck, because now he understood what he needed to do.

For the rest of the weekend, Raf and I would have him sit on the potty every 30 minutes or so and he had many successes, but also many accidents. When the accidents happened we didn’t make a big deal of it, but would just have him help clean it up, though the mess was normally limited to his underwear and talk to him about trying to get it in the potty next time. He caught on quickly. He soon was telling us when he has to go and his chart was covered in stickers.

Pooping was another issue altogether. It’s not that he was having accidents, but rather he was nervous about pooping on the potty, but also didn’t want to soil his undies. This lead to some very dramatic and wriggly productions, where he would run around the room whining, needing to poop but not wanting to, until he couldn’t hold it any longer and would run and sit on the potty. But it was so painful to watch, the poor guy was clearly in distress and if it weren’t for our high fiber diet I’m sure he would have become constipated. Luckily he got over his anxiety after a week or so.

Whenever I went out with him, I’d have him use the potty before we left, and I’d bring several changes of undies and pants along with us. I’d then have him use the potty when we reached our destination. I put a plastic bag and a small towel on the seat of his car seat to protect the seat from accidents, but luckily, to this day he has never had one in the car.

About a month after we started potty training him we moved into a new house and the first night we spent there we had a major poop accident. There was poop on my arm, the floor, and even the wall. Don’t ask. He was so distressed by this event that after that for several weeks he would only poop in his diaper while he was sleeping.

It’s now been 3 months and it’s still a work in progress. I’d say he’s mostly potty trained but not entirely there. He still waits until he has pee’d in his undies a little first before telling us he has to pee. He’s much better with pooping, but he goes back and forth between pooping in the potty every time to pooping exclusively in his diaper while he sleeps for a couple weeks. He often wakes up from nap or bedtime dry, but it’s not consistent enough yet for us to do away with diapering altogether. We still need to remind him to use the potty whenever we see him doing his little wiggly, ‘I really need to go’ dance. When asked if he has to go potty he nearly always replies “No pee-pee potty.” He is not to be trusted. But we have long since retired the potty sticker chart as well as the chocolate chips. We still make a big deal about it whenever he successfully tells us he has to use the potty before wetting his undies or when he poops in the potty. He now almost exclusively uses the regular toilet (without a toddler seat by straddling the seat) and this has made clean up a lot easier.

He has even started insisting on going by himself and he makes everyone else leave the room. This is all very well and good, but he isn’t quite ready to go by himself entirely and still needs a bit of supervision. The other day I taught him how to do a ‘nature pee’ while we were at the park and the next day he insisted on using the toilet alone so I left him and after a few minutes I peaked back in, only to find him standing there with his pants around his ankles, holding is undies out (which were around his knees) and peeing right into them and all down his pants and onto the carpet. Other times when he’s insisted on being left alone, we return to find nearly a whole roll of toilet paper in the toilet, or sometimes the actual roll in it’s entirety. So I’ve taken to leaving him him a couple squares to wipe with and then taking the rest of the roll with me when I leave the room. It certainly has been and continues to be an adventure.

All in all despite still needing to remind him to go, it’s really nice to not have two kids in full diapers.

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