Goodbye lovely diaper-service

Today officially marks the day that I wash Isaac's diapers, "all by the self," as my little sister used to say, or was that me?  It certainly is not Isaac, yet!
It is such a major day that I felt it should be commemorated on my blog.
I loved my diaper service very much.  Perhaps even more than a person is supposed to love a diaper service?  I just couldn't help myself.
I loved their logo,

I loved the owners email writing style (very...jazzy!)
I loved the stack of pale cottony diapers brightening my dark and dreary brownstone gate.
It was Christmas morning once a week (Thursday mornings); Very exciting for a Jewish gal.
So why on earth would I leave them?
Enter, the potty!
My ode to the potty will come later when I complete an EC (elimination communication) post, but for now, just know that the little guy is using his little potty (of which I am also quite fond) a lot!

fun times

Now that the day is done, I should note that it has not been a perfect diaper transition.  We had some leakage with my home diapers being nowhere near as mega-absorbent as those from Diaperkind, and with me being too shy to potty him at the playground.   But the weather was warm, his pants a relatively fast drying cotton, and my attitude hopeful.  I write as I listen to the swish, swish, swish of the washing machine (first a cool rinse, then hot wash) feeling equal parts triumphant, and ...pooped!