This second one is my fault, but it still concerns Joel. The kid has a HUGE bladder. Which results in WET diapers. Out of control wet (I told you he was out of control in many ways). If Robert or I change Joel while upstairs, we usually just drop the wrapped-up diaper down to the bottom floor (since our hands are usually too full to carry it down with us). So, like every morning, I did so. Splat. I look down. Absorbing crystals everywhere. Joy.
Finally, we have 100% baby-proofed the house, as can be seen in the following pictures:
2 comments:
oh my goodness.
Yeah...unfortunately I understand the awesome frustration that is cleaning up the insides of a diaper. And...even more unfortunately, it is because my neighbors sometimes throw diapers in my backyard and I have to scrape the bits off the porch. Ugh. Yuck. Sorry dude.
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