Elliot outgrew newborn diapers almost immediately. For a baby who lost so much weight in the first couple of days, he sure seems to be making up for that now. I’m not complaining; I’ve always had a fondness for babies who are so fat their hands look as if they’re popped into their arms at a chubby crease. Yeah, I’m OK with a Michelin Tire baby.
I think this is happening because Elliot uses me as a pacifier. I could go on and on about that—and will—but for now, let’s just say I think I’m probably cultivating a habit I’ll likely come to regret. I can’t be attached to this kid forever, can I?
But that’s not what this post is about. This post is about Emory and how he started burping, cuddling, feeding and diapering his babies with the leftover newborn diapers.
And it’s awesome. If he gets to be really great at it, I am going to put him to work.
Not your cup of tea? There’s always mihow, where I talk about whatever the hell and nothing. I know! Enticing!