I was explaining to my husband yesterday that I was so happy that I didn't have two babies in diapers, as I did with my first two. I explained how my niece, who I was babysitting yesterday, has this habit of taking off her diaper. At one point I checked on her diaper status yesterday, and found that although it was still on, it was saggin'. It wasn't that it was that full, it was just that she had unfastened the Velcro and refastened herself. The diaper was so low, it was basically just keeping her knees warm.
"Oh, our daughter won't do that," he says.
Sooooo, you see where this is going, right?
Someone gave me some diapers that although were a little snug, by George, I was going to make them work. Hello freebie! Well this morning, I got up changed her diaper and fed her without fastening her pj bottoms back up. Later, I heard her cooing so I looked in her crib. Yep, there it was... the freebie had betrayed me! The Velcro popped open, hopeless against her big baby belly.
As soon as our eyes met, my mouth dropped at the sight of the mustard yellow baby poo pile. She however, just started to belly laugh at my reaction. I mean after all, her job right now is to eat and poop, and by golly, that was one well executed job. Proud baby. Dirty, proud baby.
