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As new baby approaches her debut, Mommy and Daddy get to work

In January Cherish and I got off to a grand start potty-training Willow and beginning her transition from the crib to the toddler bed. We have to make way for our second daughter, you know, in the crib AND in the monthly diaper budget.
Then we got sick. All three of us.
Then we got sick again. All three of us.
Then we got sick again. All three of us.
These sorts of things are well documented on Facebook by families all across the world, so I won't bore you with any details, but we were sick pretty much all of February and half of March (and March is only just half over!!!).
Anyway because we all three were sick, it was much easier to put Willow in the crib for bed instead of chasing her all over the house and, um, reapplying her to the toddler bed. And, of course, it was much easier to let her do her thing in the diaper than giving her on-the-potty pep talks.
But we're all three healthy now (I'm knocking VERY LOUDLY on you, wood), so Cherish and I have gathered up the strength to say that this week, yes, this week, we might just start the training and transitioning again. Yep, we might just do that very thing.
I guess we'd better; "Daughter, Code Name: Olive" is a mere two months away.

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