So long 2's....Hello Mickey!

Today is a deeply upsetting and depressing day. Nolan may not officially fit into size 3 diapers. I know this shouldn't really matter. But the size three diapers are a lot more uncomfortable and paper like. Newborn diapers are so soft and cottony...who says a 6 month old doesn't need cotton against his booty but a 5 month old does? Nolan is also clearly upset about this which is why he cries every 15 minutes (it's definitely not a lack of attention span and boredom with the current toy in his face). Not only are they not soft, but the ones we have, have Mickey Mouse and Minnie on them. I mean those two are pretty cool and we live really close to them, but for some reason I just don't like them...

[begin rant] They drive me crazy, like Winnie the Pooh. I'm in trouble if my son decides Winnie the Pooh or Mickey are his heros. They get under my skin and I really can't say why. Probably has something to do with my irrational fear of _____. Clearly whatever is in the "blank" is completing embarrassing to me. I'd rather talk about my inability to breastfeed, my c-section scar, or my child's poopies. Anyways, I was actually thinking about throwing out all of our Mickey diapers because that's how much I cannot stand the guy. Then I decided that would be a waste and I'll just have to put up with cringing every time I change my child's diaper.[end rant]

Clearly you can tell in the below photo how upset Nolan is over size 3 mickey mouse diapers...

“It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?" ~ Winnie the Pooh

“When late morning rolls around and you're feeling a bit out of sorts, don't worry; you're probably just a little eleven o'clockish.” ~ WTP