These Pajamas Changed My Life
By weirdandspecial on September 27, 2012
No one likes pooping in their pants. At least, most of the people I've talked to don't enjoy it. And no one likes cleaning up a kid who has pooped their pants. That one I can confidently say is a fact.
Little Man does not do well with dirty diapers. He really hates them. Whether or not it is sensory, or just plain ole' common sense - I couldn't tell you. But his philosophy is, if it's dirty, get it off me - NOW.
The first time you wake up your little precious from their nap and they've had a "poopcident" - well it sucks. You are grossed out, freaked out, you clean everything up and tell everyone what a horrific event it was... and if you are lucky, it will never happen again. You think it was a one time deal brought on by sickness or a shower that went too long (more than your usual 5 minute prison shower) or whatever it is that prompts kids to try it just this once. So when Little Man had his first poopcident two years ago, I went through the routine, cleaned him up, and prayed it would never happen again. Hahahaha. I was so stupid naive hopeful.
It wasn't a one time thing. Anytime Little Man pooped during the night, he would wake up and take off his diaper. Every. time.
So we started using onesies. But he learned that he could get around those. Yuck. And then pajamas with feet. They could unzip. Or how about overalls? Nope. Not enough protection, you can slip your hands right back into the giant armholes.
I was at my wits end. Every day involved copious amounts of Lysol and Clorox wipes. And lots of laundry. Of course, this was in the beginning of the Year of Vomit (ughhhhh another story) so I was always doing laundry. And I lived in a slightly less affluent neighborhood than I do now (understatement of the year) and did not have access to a washer and dryer. They were conveniently located in a little building across from my house, which was kept locked from dusk til dawn to keep out the unsavory sorts that might be lurking around the apartment complex.
In short - life was hell. And everything kinda smelled bad. Then I had this idea...
I took one of the footie pajamas, and snipped off the feet. Flipped it around - and voila! A jumpsuit only a desperate mommy could love. It was a miracle.
Exhibit A: The Jumpsuit
There have been other prototypes of the jumpsuit through the years. During the first summer we attempted a sleeveless model which did not work out (armholes again). And there was another one where we cut the legs a little shorter (too loose, easy access). But the only one that has worked is this design here. The elastic on the wrists and ankles means it is too tight to get up inside, and the backwards zipper means only Mommy and Daddy can take it off.
So everyday, all day, if we are in the house Little Man is wearing his jumpsuit. It's not really very flattering. But it works. If Little Man goes while I'm doing the dishes, I don't worry that I need to drop everything and run to him. We can put him to bed at night without fear of waking up to a very unpleasant surprise. The grandparents have been godsends and done lots of research on bigger and bigger sizes of the pajamas, so we have enough that he should last until he gets too big for the 5T sizes. Then it's a whole different ballgame.
Just a little FYI on why the next time you come over, my kid will be wearing a weird outfit. Feel free to borrow the idea - I haven't patented it yet.
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