Woah, that must have smelled ripe. I love the pamper pail that I have now that you push the pamper through the hole after you wrap it up it goes into a trash bag. After it fills up you take the lid off and tie the string and out in the trash bin it goes.
Solidarity, sister!! It must be out of sympathy for those of us whose washing machines are still broken. Grrrrrr. Whirlpool STILL has not called. Hubby will call them tomorrow and give them what for. Whatever that means....I always wondered.How the heck am I 5 loads of laundry behind
Know the feeling.. so sympathy like!This illness has made my typing skills go to pot, I keep having to go back and edit. I'm still in the stupid zone.
different conversations. I still have no idea where the poop came from D:
Now that is diversity.
Thank you ever so much! Still no meal or cake hereMy dh is excused he got stuck a little later than he thought he would yesterday and he's working today. My boys on the other hand
Ha!! Ours had a hello kitty stamp and stamped all over the wall behind the door when I was in the kitchen. Oh the things they get into when mommy isn't looking.Our little girl found a pencil, went to her room and drew a line all around her bedroom. She blamed it on the dog.
I was like...no, really..it's ok. She's 3 weeks old. She's not going anywhere and you won't find her chugging a bottle of bleach or writing on the walls when you come back.
My hubby had nightime diaper duty when ours were small. I had to do the breast feedings, so he got to do the diapers. He didn't mind though. He even laughed when DD waited until he had JUST gotten her diaper off and she shot poo all over him. She was less than a week old, I'm pretty sure. She was an expert at peeing on him whenever we were at her wellness checks, too. The diaper had to come off so they could weigh her and EVERY time, she peed down the front of daddy's shirt. Talented little she was!! And she never did it to me. Only to daddy.
This reminds me of when we were at a baby shower for one of my friends...I don't remember which one, but all my friends over here are from different countries and we met in the language school, learning Dutch. Baby showers are not done in the Netherlands, but all of us were from countries where there was something like it at least, so we always did them for each other, but sometimes the hubbies had to be there because none of us had drivers licenses. So at this one, my hubby was there, too, and my friends wanted to get the men involved. So they had a game where the dads had to compete at putting an old fashioned cloth diaper on a doll...most of us girls didn't even know how to use a cloth diaper. But it was so funny because it was a big race, and all the men were trying to be as fast as possible and then there's my husband counting fingers and tickling toes, blowing raspberries on the doll's tummy, anything but concerned about how fast he was getting the diaper on. But that's exactly how he was with diaper changes...both of us were more the kind to take our time and talk to them while we did diapers or got them dressed. I read my daughter Harry Potter while I was breast feeding her as a newborn. Bonding time!Off to throw in a load of laundry, and fix
That explains it. I actually loved changing diapers. Special time for me and daughter. ( except the poop ones), did those as fast as possible.
Which came first, the chicken or the poo?
Hmpf. I don't know that we can be friends anymore.
Hahahaha, probably the Chicken. You have to have the chicken for it to poo.
Sympathy like. I know your pain. When our old washer died it took a few days to get a new one. I lucked out and the one I wanted was on sale but I was still with out a washer for a while. I had to go to the laundry mat
I only did what was absolutely needed to hold us over.
