Diaper-palooza

OK, so here I was a few months back with my 2.5 year and pregnant. I had always planned on having my children close together. My living room is already filled with plastic toys and sleeping until 7:30am was sleeping in, we are parents so I get it. My life had already changed with having one kid and I knew to expect some sleepless, rough patches adding a newborn into the mix.

Then one day an extended family relation said "Oh poor thing, you will have 2 kids in diapers." Well, yes, yes I will. But I figured why get one out of diapers just to get another one back into them. I mean I am already used to the routine, what is the big deal. (And you can start laughing at me now).

OH MY GOD THE DIAPERS. I feel a little better getting that off my chest. I mean goodness, how often can 1 or 2 little people poop or pee. And the answer to that one is a lot.

There is really no rhyme or reason to the whole diaper thing except that we go through a ton. With having had a girl first and now a newborn baby boy, let me tell you that girls are easier to change. You don't have to worry about a "shower" with a girl. It never occurred to me (clearly I see a pattern here) that changing a boy would be difficult, I mean I change diapers every day what is the big deal.

Flash forward to the first few days at home with my son and I either get the diaper on him wrong (it is all about positioning), get sprayed or he literally poops 5 times in as many minutes while on the changing table. I can go in to change my son and it turns into a 20 minute, 6 diaper, whole pack of wipes that we will both need a bath after affair. And typically, it is after that moment that my daughter needs to be changed. And you know it smells, really bad..and is big. Enough said there.

I know I am not very green in my rant over the sheer numbers of diapers we can go through weekly, sometimes daily. I hope all my recycling and "Al Gore" lightbulbs help to even that out. However, some days I think I could make myself a little fort out of all the diapers and hide there so no one can find me.

Needless to say the 2 year is getting potty trained...ASAP!