Last night, I'm rocking/snuggling Pojke before bed. With his last two nights spent in the big boy bed, out "routine" is a little off and taking a little longer as we convince him to give it another try.
While I'm singing one of his favorites, I happened to glance over and realize we were low on diapers and made a mental note that there were probably three in the holder-thingy we use, maybe one in the diaper bag and that I should get some while we'd be out doing our payday shopping today.
Pojke wakes up at 5am, I change him. Diaper #1
Won't go back to sleep. At 6am I give up and let him come out of his room. He's done his solid business, so to speak, so I change him. Diaper #2.
Flicka's up at 7am. At 7:30, it smells like something died in the house. Diaper #3.
And, I pray he doesn't have any more "solids" today.
10am. Solids. Clean him off and put him in the last swimmy diaper in the house.
10:15am He "liquid overflows" himself right outta that one.
And, there is NOT ONE diaper in the house!
So, I call DaHubby to help me brainstorm a solution that's absorbent AND somewhat waterproof.
And, thus results my son's future most embarassing moment (if he ever finds out). Let's put it this way...
Flicka's "delicates" + some self-adhesive womanly protection + a washcloth + duct tape!
THAT'S what got us to Family Dollar for diapers this morning! LOL