My almost-4-month-old has skills. I believe he was born with another hole in his butt. No joke. The kid can poop out a diaper faster than a cowboy quick draw.
I shall henceforth call him “Quick Poop McGee”.
And the outfit changes. Ohhh the outfit changes! A good day is staying within a two-three outfit changes range. A bad day is anything more than four.
You think I kid. I’m totally serious.
(You know it’s bad when you base your good days on not having to change so many diapers/do too much laundry, and your bad days as monumental diaper changes, airing out the house, and loads of laundry.)
You really know its bad when you’re at the bottom-of-the-barrel outfits-wise and you have to pull stuff like this out:
Looks like a baby prison-jumpsuit or somethin’. Nice socks, right? Right? Yeah, well they matched the first outfit. He’s now in his third. Matching isn’t an option any longer. Keeping him in clothes is the mission priority now.
Dear Santa,
Send a faster washer and dryer, or a cork. Or somethin’. STAT!
Sincerely,
One tired laundry-doin, massive-diaper-changin’ momma
Oh crap! (literally) I guess we’re onto outfit number four today already….
