Sisters who sit on the potty together, stay together.
When I was pregnant with my older daughter, some four years ago, just about every prospect of becoming a parent sounded appealing to me. Every prospect, except one… I absolutely could not get my head around, the fact that I could be changing diapers for at least the next two, three and possibly four years. It just didn’t make sense to me. Was there a more natural way? What did the cave woman do when their babies had to poo and pee? Did they just crap all over the cave? Read the rest of this entry
