Piper’s started this as-soon-as-my-diaper-comes-off-I-can-blast-off-like-a-rocket thing lately.
Which has ultimately led to a whole bunch of diaper-free time. I’ll admit that it’s probably hereditary, but I won’t tell you through whom. I’ll also say that
I the guilty party HAS outgrown it. Promise.
Piper blasted-off this afternoon, so I just let her wander around the house bottomless.
I sat on the couch and checked my email And like a good mom, I kept a very close eye on her. Looked up and saw this:
Apparently she wanted a new diaper on. She was going through our diaper drawer, pulling them out- one by one.
I can honestly say she’s never ASKED for a diaper to be on. She’s asked for her pants changed, but ultimately only to take them off.
It’s hard to believe that a child with a wardrobe the size of hers, Piper prefers to play in the nude. Go figure.