Yesterday, I changed five, count 'em, five poopy diapers and I'm sure Ed changed a couple, too. Oh, I know, with baby comes poopy diapers. But c'mon. I thought by 9 mos., the poop was less frequent -- yes, I think I remember reading that somewhere. Didn't you get that book, Raisin?
And, just so you know, when you're stomach-down and crawling away, changing your diaper? Not so easy. I won't even get into the time I let you play with your used, wrapped diaper just to keep you face up during the wipe and re-diapering -- and you managed TO OPEN IT. I spent a good 45 seconds searching for the missing fecal contents. You're just lucky you're so cute.
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