Sunday, September 16, 2007

Confession is good for the soul

I put my son in disposable diapers when I think he's going to poop. There, I said it. I hate washing the poop out in the toilet. I hate having to clean everything up. I hate trying to do it all with a (nearly) two-year-old trying to "help" while exclaiming "Poo! Penis! Poo! Penis!" the whole time. This pooping every day is for the birds.

So, I expect the hippie police to be by any second to rough me up. Good thing they're probably all vegan, I can totally take a vegan.

So, there's my confession. How the mighty have fallen. Before you know it I'll be buying Nestle products at Wal-Mart.

3 comments:

Kristianna said...

I hate poop too. Toddler poop is bad. But I admire that you can do the baby poop, too, with CDs. I tried. I failed. Miserably. As in threw away a lot of diapers with poop on them.

The ones that made it to the other side are awesome as kitchen towels (yes, I cleaned them). I'm okay with my shortcomings in this arena. ;)

Jess said...

Eh, itty-bitty baby poop is no big deal. Just toss the whole thing in the pail. Breastmilk poop disolves in the wash, leaving pristine diapers. That works for a long time if you have a kid like I do who didn't really eat much solid food until ~15 months.

Mama Mandala said...

The hippies will leave you alone, if you're using hippie disposables.

We just abandoned cloth for Seventh Generation diapers and have been happy with them.