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.
I remember when I was about 3 or 4 being confused by my parents' enema bag.
OMG, ita is one of those girls that likes mini-sized things. squeeing in the travel eisle of the drug store is unacceptable.
They're handy! You can have toiletries in your car, in your workout bag, you can keep a separate travel bag packed at all times.
Also, cute.
Problem is, Aveda charges as much for their travel stuff as normal people charge for full-sized. So there's refilling that needs to happen.
you are so getting your cheeks pinched when we next see each other.
I don't mind.
I mean, she is getting hers slapped, after all -- the tradeoff is her call.