I don't want to give away the ending, but... This post is about poop.

Ok. So, there's all kinds of classifications of parenting. Weird, right? I guess I fall into the "crunchy" category. I don't know. Maybe like, gritty? Yeah, let's say gritty.
 Anyways, I use cloth diapers. On my baby, that is. (They actually make cloth diapers for adults, but I HIGHLY recommend that you DO NOT, at ANY COST, Google that.) Cloth diapers have evolved a LOT in the last few years. Look it up, it's pretty neat. No pins, plastic pants, or the like. Fun stuff. I'm saving money, yada yada yada. It's gone so well, I decided to even use cloth swim diapers. To save money even further, I got the ones at Target, I think the brand is 'I Play,' or something like that. At $9.00 a pair, they were totally economical. Guess what? Saving money isn't everything, it turns out.
 So, these diapers don't have side tabs. Not a big deal, I typically can see when Evie is about to get down to business, so I didn't think much of it. WRONG.
 Ok, so every morning, from about 8:30-10, I take all the kids (mine plus all that I watch) out in the backyard to play in the sprinkler and run around before the South Texas sun rays of death come out. When we come inside, we have a routine. The kids stand on a towel inside the door, and I remove their wet clothes, and wrap them in a towel, and send them to the living room where dry clothes and diapers await. The older ones can do this all unassisted, but obviously, the younger ones need help.
 Evie's turn to take her wet swim diaper comes up. She faces me, grabs my legs to hold on to, and I bend down, and proceed to pull the diaper down.




POOP. Not just regular poop, either, This is poop that has run through the sprinkler, so it's half liquefied. It came SHOOTING out of the back of this diaper. A shit fountain. A geyser of goo. It shoots out onto the wall behind her, the towel below her, and all over my forearms. Horrifying. I couldn't help but let out a shriek of disgust, which in turn scared her, so she was trying to get away from me, with the diaper halfway down her legs, with poop going EVERYWHERE. I managed to get her into the tub, and get it cleaned up before the other small ones got into it (um, yuck?), so I will, this time, chalk it up as a win..?


I will say, until removal, the diaper did it's job, and held in 100% of her offerings. However, I'm gonna have to go with the doubly expensive swim diaper that comes with snap openings. Also, bleach. Lots and lots of bleach.