Before my son was born, my daughter was the apple of my eye and the precious baby of the family. She was my sweet, furry perfect little baby chick that could do no wrong.
Changing her was cute and adorable. Although a stinky, arduous task, changing her diaper wasn’t so bad because the cuteness was almost unbearable.
Then my son was born.
And my daughter no longer appeared small, cute and furry. She was not impervious to destruction or dismay. She was no longer a cute, perfect little baby chick but more like:
And no longer was changing her something normal. All of a sudden she seemed LARGE. A huge, gross bottom that should be changing itself.
I’ve said to her more times than I can count that she should be doing her business on the potty. But obviously, she shouldn’t have to just yet; she’s not even 2 years old. She just appears so much larger compared to the now cute, perfect, impervious newborn of the family.
all photos courtesy of pinterest
Ahhh the double diaper doody. Been there, done that, ain’t goin’ back.