This post is about the difference between him and I.
I am frugal and tactful.
He is wasteful and afraid of getting poop on his hands.
Changing diapers requires wipes. Wipes are expensive and kind of bad for the planet. I have honed my baby diaper changing skills to use as little wipes as humanely possible. One wipe for #1 and Two wipes for #2.
This is me changing a poopy diaper:
My husband? Not so honed in on the baby diaper changing skills as I. And he’s dealthy afraid of getting poop on his hands. As if the poop would make his precious little man hands skin melt.
This is my husband changing a poopy diaper:
Which to be honest, he didn’t do much of before baby Eaglin #3 was born. I could probably count on one hand how many poopy diapers he changed throughout the years. Thankfully he got the memo that he was required to step it up a notch with baby #3’s arrival. However, watching him change a poopy diaper will probably never get old. He would probably wear a hazmat suit if he could. And use salad tongs…so he would be certain to not get any poop on his precious little man hands.
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This is yet another post inspired by my favorite funny bunny Amber Dusick of Parenting: Illustrated with Crappy Pictures. There was no better way to get my point across than to give yet another homage to one of my favorite bloggers.
ugh… that is so my husband too! And I am THE SAME way with wipes as you are! He’s amazed at my 1 wipe for #1 and 2 for #2 assignment. Pfft… as if! No need to use more wipes than necessary. I even thought of making my own wipes.
Love the illustrations! Consider yourself lucky. I honestly don’t remember Scott changing a diaper but once. Maybe! Lol! Cute post 🙂
Yep, sounds almost exactly the same struggle I had with my husband. It must be listed somewhere in that Men are from Mars book. 😉
This is a riot! The illustrations are definitely my favorite part! They make your point so clear! It is challanging as a wife and mother to find that balance between appreciating it when your husband steps up and tries to help out with the kids or around the house and harping on him about doing things the “right” way. My mom always tells me to thank my hubby when he helps out because it will encourage him to help out more. It sometimes feels contrived when I am thanking him for everything he does (when they are things that I do all the time and no one ever thanks me), but I get her point. Positive reinforcement breeds positive actions. hee hee!
Thank you!
Do you read CrappyPictures.com? If you don’t you must start now. I absolutely adore that blog. It’s all kinds of real funny.
It’s like looking at my husband! or most men!
LOL! I’m thankful that I have a husband who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty : ) Cute drawings
Mrs. Rockinmama you are all kinds of lucky.
I am literally laughing my ass off cause this is my husband too!
I loved the diagram!! This is sooo true with my husband too!!