We've been given the gift of diaper service by several family members and friends. It's so convenient to toss the soiled nappies into a can, then set the collection on the porch Sunday nights. The magical diaper elves come and replace them with a bag of fresh-laundered, folded nappies on Monday mornings. First world living!
Before Sylvia came along I dreaded diaper changing. But I've found I don't mind at all; since she's breastfed the mess is not smelly. Diaper changing is simply part of our routine, and we have nice conversations during the changing. Plus Syl coos happily when we lift her onto the changing table, as if she knows a soft, dry diaper is on the way.
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