I've been a huge fan of Huggies diapers since the day Alex was born. They've treated us well. We didn't go for the pricier "Supremes" because the plain ol' Huggies seemed to do the job. Then "the brothers" (what we call the twins) came along.
The Huggies premies? Totally leaked. Strike one.
The print on the diapers? Rubbed off and permanently stained all of our onesies. (You'd think a little concentrated bleach would work? oh no...) Strike two.
The little tab closures? Went from a nice stretchy fabric that sealed well, to a cheap un-stretchy plastic that made the diaper gape open and leak. Strike three.
(And see... I really was trying to give these diapers a chance. Three strikes, and you're still not out, Huggies.)
The nighttime capacity? Well, they mostly worked for the other boys, but little AJ must be my big race horse or something, because every morning he wakes up soaked through. Strike four.
And finally, the straw that breaks the camel's back happened today. Jackson was running around and I noticed a huge lump in his pant leg. Now Alex has a habit of stuffing his little lovey cloths down his pajamas and looking like a freak (shown in a previous picture, here):
So, my first thought was to ask him why he did it to Jackson. After an adamant, "I didn't do it, Mommy!" I took a closer look.
The diaper broke! Hello! Diapers shouldn't do that! Freak! All I could think about was the fact that I was SO GRATEFUL that he hadn't done a poop. Blech.
So, sorry Huggies. But this is the final strike. Strike FIVE. You're OUT.
And we all had a lot of fun doing that:
The boys couldn't get enough of this: (with our friend, Nate)
And we enjoyed a lot of beautiful that:
While, inside, on the quiet days there was a lot of this:
And an occasional glimpse of that:
But overall, we had a splendid time, and we can't wait for repeat visits in the years to come. Thanks Gma and Gpa C for letting us stay at your beautiful house! It's great to have easy access to such a beautiful place!
These guys wanted a piece of the action too. So, Jackson ended up with a faux-hawk,
And AJ's curls just got a trim. (I can't cut them off yet!!)
Overall, it was a fairly painless process. I was a little worried about handling all of them by myself, in case we had major meltdowns, but they did well! AJ even had a 103 fever (I know... don't tell the haircutter! I couldn't reschedule, I'd been talking it up for too many days with Alex. The show had to go on!) and Alex had his typical haircut phobia panic attack. But all in all, not too bad! Unfortunately it was $43! Yikes! I know! Nuts! So, I guess I'm going to have to start figuring out this haircutting thing on my own. But really? I think it was totally worth it.
