Diapers

I love diapers, they are probably one of my favorite things about being a parent. The fact that I don’t have to walk around with a pooper scooper is wonderful. Not only that, I don’t think I’d ever hold my girl without them. Just being peed on by little puppies is gross enough, just think if it was a human being! We’d all have a lot more cleaning up to do.

It’s kinda funny how the word can bring so many different memories. For those without kids, images of happy babies crawling across the floor, smooth skin without a single blemish, a smile with no teeth, clean as a whistle and everything the Huggies commercials want you to believe. For those with kids, nightmares of that infamous dark liquidy stain on the back of their onesie, the repugnant smell of eggs and sewer, the sound of screaming as you apply milky white ointment to a rosie red backside, the hope that they finish their business BEFORE you place them on the changing table…

This is why I truly believe God created disposable diapers. If you think about it, what one thing has improved the life of families all over the world more than disposable diapers? Ok, there’s indoor plumbing, but you get my drift. At one point in time, my wife wanted to switch to cloth diapers and only cloth diapers, just to see if they would work. Needless to say, we still use disposables and the cloth diapers now make great burp rags. “Honey,” I told her, “I don’t care if I have to work overtime every month; we can and will afford disposables.”

Recently, my baby girl came crawling out of her room. She began to play and about 10 minutes later I noticed that dark spot on her back. “Oh no. Honey! I think it’s bathtime!” Ah well, such are the joys of parenthood.