When my husband changes a diaper

This post is about the difference between him and I.
I am frugal and tactful.
He is wasteful and afraid of getting poop on his hands.

Changing diapers requires wipes. Wipes are expensive and kind of bad for the planet. I have honed my baby diaper changing skills to use as little wipes as humanely possible. One wipe for #1 and Two wipes for #2.

This is me changing a poopy diaper:

My husband? Not so honed in on the baby diaper changing skills as I. And he’s dealthy afraid of getting poop on his hands. As if the poop would make his precious little man hands skin melt.

This is my husband changing a poopy diaper:

Which to be honest, he didn’t do much of before baby Eaglin #3 was born. I could probably count on one hand how many poopy diapers he changed throughout the years. Thankfully he got the memo that he was required to step it up a notch with baby #3’s arrival. However, watching him change a poopy diaper will probably never get old. He would probably wear a hazmat suit if he could. And use salad tongs…so he would be certain to not get any poop on his precious little man hands.

This is yet another post inspired by my favorite funny bunny Amber Dusick of Parenting: Illustrated with Crappy Pictures.  There was no better way to get my point across than to give yet another homage to one of my favorite bloggers.

Husbands are NO good at barf

One of my favorite bloggers is Amber Dusick of Parenting Illustrated with Crappy Pictures. If you don’t currently read her blog YOU MUST START NOW. I adore funny people, especially ingenious funny people. Her crappy illustrations of parenting get me laughing every single time.
In honor of my favorite funny bunny, Amber Dusick I have created my own crappy pictures wannabe post.

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Husbands are no good with dealing with sick children. Especially when those sick children have to barf. My husband FREAKS OUT when the kids are sick and have to barf. This is his exact reaction to our sick, barfy children:

And then, his solution to a barfing child is this. While gagging. And totally pissed off. To sit there and allow her to barf all over the floor I just scrubbed on hands and knees for only 2 days prior. Weird, lame and totally messy:

Now, as a mom or maybe as a normal human being  with actual brain cells that function. You would do this right? (That’s me running):

or this:

or  this:

or shit, even this:

But nope, my darling husband does this. While gagging. And pissed off. Every. damn. time.

Let me say it again…husbands are NO good at barf.