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a couple years ago matt and i were babysitting my sisters 3 kids. at the time, jackson was the youngest and he had this major explosion in his diaper. it was the grossest/funniest thing ever. we weren't sure how to go about fixing this. matt and i hadn't changed a lot of diapers growing up. we are both the youngest in our families. and i had never fallen for the "it's good practice" trick when some one tried to get me to change a diaper.
(to any one who doesn't have a kid yet: don't fall for that either. changing a diaper isn't that hard, so it doesn't need much 'practice'. and you get lots and lots of chances to perfect your skills with your own babies.)
anyways...to make the story short, there was poo all over the place. jackson was covered and it had some how made its way up matts arms. i wasn't messy though because i was lying on the floor laughing hysterically. matt didn't see the humor. he was just ticked cause i wasn't helping him.
unfortunately, today karma came back and got me.
i was all alone with chet when it happened - his first blowout. there was no one there to help. and there was poo everywhere! that is when a onezie really sucks. it is impossible to get a poo-ey onezie over a head without spreading the mess.
chet was sad. i was sad. and tank was desperately trying to get his paws on anything stinky.
this mess wasn't nearly as entertaining as when matt was the one with poo up to his elbows.
i managed to snap a picture of the disaster. but i have decided to spare you all.
