It's our own dad-blame fault.
We're penny pinchers. I didn't used to be. Jonathan converted me over the past ten years.
Which is why we try to soak every single nickle outta every single diaper. Sometimes even waiting to change it until we notice seepage.
Mornings are the worst. It's the lazy-bum-penny-pincher combo.
I think I learned my lesson today though...
I'd heard Trevy grunting & groaning off in hiding somewhere. The hiding is good. It's one of those we may have potty training in our future ques.
I don't usually wait on the *poos* ...
he doesn't usually *poo* in the morning either.
So I waited a few minutes. Finished slurping my coffee. Packing lunches. Kissing good-byes. And then finally went to round Trev up for a diaper & clothing swap.
Lo & behold...what did I find????
But a little artist! Smeared in poo! And a little saturated until it split at the seams diaper around his ankles!
And a brand new carpet. Also smeared in poo! Jamies...smeared in poo. Little poo prints happily paddled around the entire house!
I'm guessing the next several hours spent in scourging stinky. Shampooing everything with a hint of cloth (which by the way - thank you Grams for the house warming shampoo-er!). Will totally teach me my lesson!
An extra penny spent on a new diaper...is time & energy saved in poo removal!