It happens. By the time you’re old enough to be grossed out by it, usually there’s a polite and acceptable way to, er, dispose of it. Well, by baby #5 you’d think I’d have gotten used to the idea that sometimes this natural people thing just doesn’t behave the way it’s supposed to. Somehow I forgot about when they’re new and nursing, and you end up wearing it, and that’s through their very nice new first-day-at-church-after-I’m-born outfit… and YOURS.
You’d think that I’d remember that no matter how comfy they are, no matter how cute they look, no matter HOW tired they are and how they look at you with those beautiful (blue) drowsy, “Mommy-I-Love-You” eyes, you should NEVER, NEVER, NEVER put a baby to bed in just a diaper. NEVER. And if you do, and they wake up, and you hear them on the monitor happily playing in their crib for longer than usual, DO NOT, and I mean DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, leave them happily playing. That’s all I’m sayin’.