Worst Diaper Experience Ever...

Hi, I'm Kristy. My ever so adorable son is Declan.

I've wanted to cloth diaper since I was pregnant but got talked out of it.
So I talked myself back into it when D was around 4 months with 2 Bummis Covers, 6 cotton prefolds, 5 fleece liners and a roll of biodegradable liners.

This, while it lasted~all of a few days, I have to admit~was fun. But I moved and the prefolds and covers are in a dark box in the corner of the house that I have yet to uncover....

And so begins my new adventures into cloth diapers with a much less cooperative 8 month old...

Yesterday my very first fluffy mail arrived *squee*.
One of our local e-stores had some Happy Hienys OS pockets on sale so I promptly jumped on it.

Much to my dismay, the Glow-in-the-Dark Skulls print was sold out:( as was nearly every other boy friendly color. Double :(.

I mean, I do consider myself a rather open minded mom, but I just cant picture my rough and tumble little man in a pink hibiscus dipe:S but I managed to track down 3 colors that I could live with...

Those were not my bad dipe experience.

I also have made a point to keep an eye out in our local consignment baby shops for good deals on fluff.

Well, I've never found anything worth while but the last sweep I did, I managed to find a cover~beba bean? I dont know, it was a blue minky and I figured, for $5, why not?

So I tried it.

It only had one snap on either side. It didnt fit all too well but I figured, it would do to hold #1 in until his bed time change an hour away. Assuming that because #2 had come and gone earlier, that I wouldnt have to worry about it...

I was wrong.

Not only was I wrong, but it was the worst poops I have ever heard, smelled, or seen....in that order.

It was one of those special ones that you can hear from across the room....and just as I got to him, remembering the gaping leg holes I had dismissed earlier, my worst fear was confirmed.

My son, crawling away from me, with liquidized stench running down his leg onto my carpet.

And scooping him up, beelining to the bathtub~hoping to high heaven that we werent leaving a dotted trail in our wake, I burst in on my bf leaving his own little present.

Now, I can handle my little mans stink.

Really, I can handle the big mans stink when I have to.

But those two #2s collided in a wave of gag inducing aromas that of which I have never experienced.

Is this what living with boys is like?

Blue minky dipe, I hate you.