Normally I avoid this kind of talk on my blog. I always hated it, before I had kids, when mother topics continually gravitated to number two. But I just cleaned up yet another BLOW ... OUT ... and I've decided to just say what I am thinking. Be forewarned. I'm not editing this poop post.
So here's how I see it ...
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with diapers. Between Abigail and Hannah, it seems I am cleaning up a blow-out a day. Many of these blow-outs necessitate a bath and a load of laundry. I feel like I completely wasted my fifty cents on a diaper that didn't do a thing!
I do not remember the boys having this many blow-outs. Maybe I blocked it out? I don't know, but these girls seem to be totally kicking my rear end when it comes to poop. (Ha ha! That was a bit funny I think.)
After four kids, I've realized that diaper-type helps but is not the answer. Generally, I avoid cheap diapers. However, I never know what diapers will be available at the Commissary or BX on this island. One week they have Huggies. The next week they are completely out. One week they have size six diapers. The next month there aren't any anywhere. I've started to order diapers from Target.com. I want to get ahead but not too far ahead as Abigail may be potty-training soon, and Hannah is changing sizes quickly.
Anyways, all this unpredictability, means I've had to get creative. I've started putting a cheap diaper on immediately after a blow-out. This seems to work out okay.
And while I am on the subject of poop ... when does a child start wiping themselves? I'm very big on teaching my kids to do things for themselves. I would have thought by five-years-old, they'd have this down. But the mess does not seem worth the attempt in my opinion. This means that some days I'm wiping four butts in a row.
Just a lota poop here ... thanks for letting me get that off my chest.