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.

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