Diaper (parent) Failure

A guy I know was saying how hard it is now that he has two kids in diapers at the same time - a really little one and bigger one.

We can commiserate, but our diaper management procedure goes something more like this: "Papi - it's a biiiiiiiiiiig green pooooopie!" (delight in his voice) - his brother chimes in: "See it Papi?!?! See it!!!" and proceeds to attempt to climb up the side of the dresser to the top where we have the changing table while the other one starts kicking and from time to time hits the poopie diaper. Repeat for other boy.

Or another favorite - us: "Do you want to put your diaper on, on the floor or on the changing table" (it's not worth it to fight this one). His response: "On the bed!!!" Repeat for other boy.

Another one of our norms (well, mine anyway, Heather is better about this than I am) is when Owen kicks me during diaper changes. If I am alone, this inevitably leads to Kyle crying since it takes me about 5 times as long to change Owens diaper when he's kicking and I can't get him up there to see the big green (or blue, or yellow, or red, or orange) poopie.

Occassionally we have a diaper failure. That typically means that quality control on the diaper went arwy, and diaper has ripped a little and the gel packs inside have come out - leading to a very wet bed and boy. And honey bunny, pillow, blankets etc.

And for the first time, yesterday, I entirely forgot to put a new diaper on Kyle before bed. That one is not diaper failure, that's parent failure. Poor guy. He was so wet and cold, I feel so bad about it. Heather ran a bath for him and he got warmed up and clean.

Owen had to join him in the bath of course.