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Oh my heart, Courtland Whaley is such a little ham.

Here she is pictured in a cow suit at last year’s Homecoming, a suit that her big sister wore the year prior and soiled at the tailgating festivities due to overly ambitious parents who refused to put their newly potty-trained toddler in a diaper, and then proceeded to fill her with hot apple cider. We can all imagine the resulting bathroom emergency.

It was as (not) awesome as it sounds.

As of today, James and I can officially say that after (exactly) four and a half years, we are living in a diaper-free household.

*RUNSDOWNHALLWAYSSCREAMINGANDTHROWINGUNUSEDDIAPERSGLEEFULLYINTHEAIR*

Something clicked this weekend, and Courtland is now rocking life sans “dipes” (as she calls them). Even nap time AND bedtime are a full on undie-fest. And yes, I did just refer to underwear as “undies” and coin the term “Undie Fest.”

You’re welcome.

She’s been sleeping in a big girl bed (this floor bed that we designed for Sunny) since August and now, we have a household free from diaper trash and diaper expenses and, most importantly, diaper clean-up.

Hallelujah.

(Although, admittedly, a little, bitty part of me will miss diaper changing. Remember this?)