I enterred the family room where both boys were laying on their blanket cooing at random things when I noticed a concerning odor emanating from the room. I checked the dirty diaper pail in the family room and found that it only had its normal displeasing but not unbearable odor. I had previously changed a near-leathal S-5 diaper from Donovan approximately 20 minutes before then, which was manageable compared to what I was about to find. Upon approaching the boys, I confirmed that the culprit was laying on the blanket.
Osama Bin Hayden looked at me, smiled, and I realized that he was proclaiming responsibility for the stench.
What I uncovered when I took his diaper off was incomprehensible. It took seven wipes to attack this disaster along with very careful leg placement to contain the scope of the disaster and to ensure it did not spread beyond the now-quarantined zone. I realized that our otherwise strong and prolific wipe supply was nearly wiped out. When I was finished, Donovan was very unhappy.
Pray for us.
1 comment:
Remember that when the weather is warm enough you can always take them outside and hose them off. The boyz will laugh, giggle and love it, but if the mom is driving up the street at the time she'll be pissed.
The GRAND Dad
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