~ 14 November 2006 ~
Suzanne and I did the math over lunch some time ago, and we concluded that by the time our youngest son is out of diapers we’ll (read: “Suzanne will”, bless her heart) have changed more than 14,000 diapers among four boys.
I can’t even comprehend the amount of odor particles emitted from, and income dollars spent on, said diapers; “nappies” as our friends across the pond call them.
Do we even comprehend the extent to which moms bestow love upon their little ones? Yesterday as I was off saving the world with pixel and prose, the beloved wife replied to my email inquiry as to how she was holding up:
We’re doing great, the usual poop in the tub, spills on the floor, shrieking and screeching, scabs popping off and blood spurting everywhere. But we are all smiling.
Oh the unforgettable poop-in-the-tub days! Moms rock.
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