A Revolution Against Underwear

Lilly wore underpants today for the first time. She kept them dry. She rushed to the potty when she had to go pee pee, and even paused to shut the screen door behind her on her way in the house.

What's the deal, now EVERYONE in the house will be potty trained? She's only two. What's the rush? I was enjoying her being the baby, needy, messy, babyish. Now she just wants to chew gum and sit on the potty. I hope it will pass. I don't want to be done buying diapers.

We're having a yard sale, so there's a pile of junk by the front door that I will hopefully be adding to. Why not get rid of everything all at once. Let the baby start using the toilet, speaking in complete sentences, joining chat groups online. Get rid of every stray piece of stuff we don't need and will never use. But who wants to be tidy like that? I like that we have unnecessary things, that we're behind, that we aren't finished. I like that life is messy, kids are stretching in their elastic bodies, life keeps on going. Despite me running alongside it, out of breath, and trying to wave it in the other direction with shiny fabric flags.

Lilly Bess, the smallest wonder of the world in our house. Immensely proud of her new underwear.