We’re not ready for children, Evidence No. 2

Okay, okay. So my blogging lately has been a little “lacking” and maybe I have “slacked off,” but, really, isn’t time just flying by? And I’ve been SUPER productive during the interim. Like, by being guiltily engaged in the racy world of mindless television! (Haven’t you too been exchanging your cognitive functions for the cleavaged drama and egomaniacal manipulation of Big Brother 10?) And I’ve been catching up on my reading, by crying ugly tears to the tune of The Time Traveler’s Wife! It’s really been tiresome, being all busy and stuff.

Anyway, while I also have 20-week pregnancy updates to share (yay! I’m halfway there!) in addition to photos of our SON, right now I will provide to you “Evidence No. 2: When a diaper can be a belt and a pair of pants for a one-legged baby”:

My husband competed in a “change-the-baby-while-you’re-blindfolded” race and, after five minutes of innovatively wrapping and re-wrapping the diaper around the baby’s midsection, bellows:

“Where are the holes!??“

Yep. “Where are the holes.” Today I signed us up for an “Infant Care” class. … So, more evidence coming your way!