At this point, Tina came in, struggling with a couple bags. "Just put them down right here," Mom told her. The bags were set on the floor, and I saw they were from a nearby Walmart. Mom reached in the bag and pulled out a large changing pad, and spread it on the floor. When I awoke, I found my thumb had been replaced by something rubber. I reached up and pulled it from my mouth, and realized it was a purple pacifier. As I stared at it in confusion, I heard a giggle above me. Little did I realize that Mom had already prepared for one or both of us taking this view. She was going to take the training to more intense levels if no improvement was shown. Of course she was not so dumb as to not realize that my "improvement" was directly linked to Tina's, and she told me this later. Since I had shown no real improvement on my own, my training needed to be intensified a bit.

I wanted to put the diaper changing table in here," Mom said, "but it would be too small for either of you now, and might collapse under you. We'll just use your cribs." Mom washed her hands, and as we turned to leave and I saw Tina standing by the door, watching. I wondered how much of my diaper change she had been watching. Later, she DID boast to that she should have gone with us to the restroom, and she would have got to see me have my diaper changed. Depending on your DD you may be able to ask for changes but these won’t be granted unless your diaper warrants it. Some or all of your diapers will be changed by your partner which will be embarrassing at first but will turn into an intimate time in your daily relationship. Get used to rash prevention cream and baby powder being used and be thankful as this will protect you from uncomfortable rashes.

Before Britney left, however, I learned that I would see her again soon. Plans were made to spend the following Friday somewhere I had been looking forward to that we went to every summer – Dollywood. It is a small amusement park in Pigeon Forge, TN. Usually the girls were each allowed to invite one of their friends along, and Pam invited Britney. Tina ended up inviting her cousin, Chelsea, along. was nine at the time. USUALLY they got along well . . . okay, usually they tolerated each other when together. When they were apart, they thought they were best friends. Mom sighed and turned to me. "I trust you can get out of your wet diapers and clean up yourself. Get one of the baby wipes containers from the Living Room – there are two there, one pink and one purple. You can change in your bedroom – I am going to take care of your sister in the Living Room." Anyway, it was common in the morning to almost get hit by the door leading downstairs as one of the girls rushed upstairs to the bathroom. This time no one was rushing to the bathroom, however. I took one look at Tina and saw she was attired just as I was – in a wet diaper.

Pam yawned and said, "Okay, that's fine. I'll just give Nikki a call and see if she wants to come over for a bit tonight. Or maybe Amy. Oh, wait, I know! Brittney has been bothering me to have a sleepover - maybe it could be a slumber party!" She put a baby monitor in the room, and if either of us had to get up, we would call her with the monitor, and she would come and let us out of the crib so we could go. This worked for both of us as Tina progressed almost a whole week with dry diapers, and even I finally made it a couple nights. Whereas I once had pledged to become dry at night so I could help Tina, she was now encouraging me. Well, yeah. They are comfortable, with all the padding, and even the tightness is kind of comforting. They are warm and soft – and it is loads better than waking up in a wet bed." I could see her nod understandingly in the dark. After this, Mom came up with a new plan. She once again would take care of it, but she put a potty training chair in our nursery. This also ended Pam getting me up, since Mom wanted us to get up on our own if we had to go, not be dependant on someone getting us up during the night to go. However, I realized that this was working, so whenever Tina had to go, I went as well. She didn't bother turning on the baby monitor, since she was going to be sleeping in here to "take care of the baby". Instead she climbed into the crib (exposing her panties as she did so) and pulled the light sheep up over herself. I wondered if it would take her long to get used to the plastic covered crib mattress or the feeling of bars on all but one side.Later, it finally did become clear to her. I heard them talking in the hallway as I was in the Living Room. Pam had said they should all sleep in the upstairs guest room since it was bigger than either of the girls' downstairs bedrooms, and they could all fit in it. Chelsea, confused, asked wasn't that my bedroom. Without thinking about it, Tina answered her, "No, he sleeps downstairs now." Of course, what was I thinking?" she said, very much in the same tone you would use when speaking to a small child. Mom's giving me extra allowance to take you to the potty at night," Pam answered, lowering her crib rail. Tina shrugged and got out, then Pam turned and put mine down too. "C'mon, you're going too," she informed me.