Yesterday after the doctor debacle, I was chatting with my sister in law on the phone and tidying up the house. Ben was sitting in the dining room in his pajama jumper, and sitting there right next to him was a poopy diaper. Ew.
"Why am I looking at a poopy diaper in the middle of the dining room floor?" I asked out loud.
I picked up the poopy diaper and tossed it into the pail. Then I picked up the baby. He was surprisingly non-fluffy in the bum area.
"What the heck?" I said.
I laid him down across the top of the couch. His PJs were still fully snapped.
I unsnapped them and lo and behold, the baby was going commando under there!
How he did it, I'll never understand, but he somehow got his diaper loose and completely off of his body without removing his clothes at all.