Well, camping certainly threw things into a wrench. How do you travel 4 hours in a car with a newly potty training little girl? Lots of stops...come to find out the cry for potty is really an excuse to get out of the car. (Thanks Gena...for the heads up!) We had slightly more luck in the camp ground but Molly quickly found out that peeing in a semi-dark campsite bathroom shared with many campers was less than appealing. By the second day we were back in diapers. Initially thought this was OK and that she seemed to understand the unique situation. We agreed undies would return once we got to GrammiE and PopPop's house.
Then the hike...apparently she had been holding back. Four, count it, FOUR poopy diapers on our hike. Definitely a change in our hiking experience. Nothing like packing out the poop. Hikers definitely had a surprise coming around a bend and seeing us...mid trail, changing diapers. Oh parenthood.
We are now at GrammiE and PopPop's and she is not too interested in sheding the diaper for undies. Here we go again...
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