Since midnight Reid has produced several dirty diapers. Six to be exact. That's SIX poopy diapers in about twelve hours. That's one dirty diaper every two hours. That's a crazy amount of poop. One of the diapers (#5) was close to what you'd call a pooplosion. Had he been in a disposable, it probably would have exploded out the sides of his legs or up his back. Luckily I had him in a prefold and in a Thirsties cover with double leg gussets. I think those little gussets saved the day.
No, I didn't take a picture. But I would have if I'd had my camera. It was that impressive.
Another thing happened that proves my little baby--some would still call him a newborn--is actually a small man.
I'm embarrassed. I can't even say what I witnessed as I cleaned up Big Huge Poopy Diaper (#5). Let's just say it was hard not to notice.
omg.
How about I turn this around with a few nice pictures of my baby. These are all pre-man-ness.
Oh dear....
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Did you recive any after care (yet)? Haha!
That last picture on this post is probably one of the most beautiful pics I've ever seen! What an angel! :)
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