What do toy animals, carpet cleaner, and rags have in common?
Every time he would "have an accident" he would squint his face and tell me (while wagging his finger at me) that he wasn't naughty and don't be mad. He made it almost impossible to be mad. BUT I am happy to report he is a big boy now!!! Phew, I am glad that is over. For reals.
No more crib - Check
No more bink - Check
No more diapers - Check
No more blanket - hmmm...
Coy informed me that he didn't want to have a bye-bye Blankie party. So I think he's had enough trauma for awhile. Love that little Stink!