Brisk morning air

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Ahhh.. there's nothing like waking up to the sound of your son writhing and squealing in a seeming agony, followed by the thunderous roar of his pants being filled.

Good morning!

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Oh, those were the days. :)
Never underestimate the capacity of those little guys. I remember more than one occasion when we wound up needing a total bath and shampoo. Maybe for Mom or Dad, too.

Yeah, until we can finally hire that maid to change our sheets fresh every day, size one diapers aren't a realistic night-time option for us.

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