Messy Pants

He saves his messiest diapers for his Dad. Justin starting saying so two or three weeks ago and I just laughed at him. I change plenty of messy diapers. But now I’m starting to believe it’s true. Drake already thinks it’s funny to mess (literally) with his Dad.

I was getting ready to feed him but he needed to be changed. I was cuddled up with a blanket on the couch and really didn’t want to get up again. I practically begged. Justin tried to refuse – Drake had been gassy and Justin thought for sure it was going to be a bad diaper change. I swore up and down I didn’t think Drake had actually pooped – just lots of gas. Justin finally gave in.

90 seconds later I hear, “Oh! No poop, huh?! Holy cow Son!” I decided to get up anyway and go see how bad it was.

It was bad.

Really bad.

And so freaking hysterical. It was the kind that starts to go up their backs. And seriously stinky. I don’t know what it is with my kid that he’s stinking so badly already! I tried to help Justin a little, feeding him wipes as quickly as I could, keeping Drake’s feet out of the mess. But mostly I laughed at Justin. He almost gagged. When it got on his hand, he made this sound that was something like the sad whiny of a horse.

And that was it for me. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t move. I was bent over my knees in a ball of hysterics, tears pouring out of my eyes. It really was the worst diaper in a week, and Drake saved it for Dad. Good boy.