Crate training is the best thing to assist in house training a dog EVER. I'm glad we did it--saved us our apartment security deposit.

This statement, juxtaposed with the potty-training discussion, is highly amusing.

This statement, juxtaposed with the potty-training discussion, is highly amusing.

I will admit I've pondered crate training for O.

But your daughter is just about 20-21 months, right?

Yep.

I know my nephew was easier to potty train than my niece, but I don't recall what age he was at the time. My sister assumed it was because of the cloth diapers, I dunno.

Anyhoo, I needs me a wee lie down before I start doing my work. So... naptime!

If crates were an option for kids, I'd reconsider my child-free stance. Oh, and they'd have to have that whole in-vitro-until-birth technology worked out, too.

(typically I have to figure out where I was living when such-and-such happened, or some other background detail, to get even a range for when it must have occurred)

That's exactly how I do it, but we started moving really early, so it makes it easy.

I remember when my sister was born (I was 3 1/2)

I remember pre-sister (mine, not yours) because I'd heard this cool new name I wanted to use on a doll, and my parents said "No, you can't have it, it's for the new baby."

Perhaps not the best tone to set. Everyone agrees I got my own back.

Oh, hey, I do remember my sister being born. At least, I remember being at my Grandmother's house and jumping up and down on the couch and singing "Happy Birthday" into the phone.

We tried to crate train outr dog and the poor thing was so terrified of the crate that he would piss all over himself. That lasted about two days before we decided to just put down newspapers and let him outside frequently - I was in school, he rarely had to be alone for more thanan hour or two at a time. Never had an accident. Still hates the crate. If he can see it folded up in a corner of a room, he won't go in that room.

All I remember of my brother's infancy (I was 3.5) is when the umbilical stump fell off. I dropped it in the humidifier. I don't really remember him until much later, though I remember the toys we played with together.

I do have earlier ones, because I remember when my parents' walkin closet was still made up as my bedroom, and that ceased to be true around the time I was 3. And when I could crawl under the lower rungs of my highchair still.

I will admit I've pondered crate training for O.

My friend's daughter had potty trained effortlessly really early. And then they moved and L had another kid within 3 weeks and the daughter reverted. With a steely gleam in her eye. (She's a willful little thing.) Often, L wished the same as you.

I don't remember a thing about potty training, but I do remember being 3 years old. Or anyway, parts of it. The first memory I am sure is mine (and not family photos + stories + my imagination) is sitting in the back back of the orange VW bus we had, playing with a bunch of little travel shampoos. Why did we have these travel shampoos? Because my mother was in the front seat with my brother, who had just been born in the hospital, and that was what they gave you when they sent you home. Since my brother was born 2 days after I turned 3, I can date that memory within a week.

I don't remember what he looked like as a baby (not really), but I remember liking travel shampoos a lot.

I remember liking travel shampoos a lot.

They're kid-sized! It's perfect.

I still like them a stupid amount.