It’s 8:45 and everyone is clean and dressed. What do I do now?
(Did you hear a rumble???)
Every time I bathe the girls, they poop almost immediately. Why do I bother to clean them at all if the first thing they do is foul themselves? I am sure it has something to do with relaxing in warm water and the soothing scent of lavender, and it’s the fun part of life that makes slumber parties a ripe field for practical jokes in the preteen years.
Saralyn, who is 4 months old today, is sporting a new size 3 diaper this morning. She’s been having poosplosions lately, especially in the car seat. For a while I took up putting a second, larger diaper over her first diaper to trap the scat that flies up her back, but then I thought, I am just being ridiculously wasteful. Just break into the Size 3’s already and stop trying to make do with size 2 covered by a size 4. Really, in this new bottom math, a 2+4=3.
Let’s see who needs that diaper change first…