Being thrust back into to the world of diapers (after almost TEN years) was really no big deal. Just some minor re-acclimation.
Blowouts, however are a different story.
Tyler's most recent was of nuclear proportions. Every article of clothing went directly into the washer. Poo spreading faster than I could clean it up (silly baby and his flail-y grabby hands). Baby had to have a wipe bath before he could even have a real bath. The changing table was just a hair away from needing a firebombing. It was THAT BAD.
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