Epic Tales of Hyperbole

Until three weeks ago I had managed to avoid altogether the task of changing a diaper.  Like the first time driving, it was scary, completely awkward, and just a little dangerous.  It wasn’t, however, as bad as I originally thought.  As many have said before me, “it’s different when it’s yours”.  As a matter of fact, it was just a few days later that I was high-fiving Judy about his first blowout.  Yes we’re talking about poopie (adding the E sound at then end makes the most disgusting words sound better).

I’ve even found myself smelling his butt to save time… Definitely different when it’s yours.
Oh, and let me just say, the diaper champ is awesome and definitely made for men.  The only ways you could make this piston driven diaper disposal better for men would be to to make it out of cast iron (or stainless steel) and add bio-hazard labels.

Anyway, I know you are all just reading this cause who you REALLY want to know about is Judah, so fine, here’s some more photos, but don’t think for a minute I’m just gonna give you baby details without making you read my blog posts first.