Diaper Number 53

I was changing diaper number 53 (or so it seemed) when it came to me, what would it be like to compete in a speed diaper changing competition. Ever considered it? I doubt it because I realize there are more important things to consider like what happens after a person dies and who you hang around with in life but lets have a thought digression for a minute.

Basically the competition could be called, how fast can you change a diaper? You may laugh at the thought or even that I was considering this but what else do you think about when you change a diaper?
If you've never changed a diaper than you'll have to imagine with me for moment. But yes, I've thought about timing it. I wonder if there's a record. Of course it all depends on the type of mustard or tar and the liquid of course.

Then another thought came to me. Barack Obama speaks about change does he not? His slogan I believe is: Change we can Believe in. Maybe his change has something to do with diapers? Perhaps he thinks he wants to change America's diapers. Oh the humanity!
Ok, just a thought.

Anyways, when I change a diaper and I am quite new at it which is probably obvious since I'm writing a blog post about it but you have to ask yourself what's the consistency and texture being dealt with at the time of the change. Many of you already knew this, but texture can be everything when you're changing a diaper. A thicker texture and more of it (greater quantity) would definitely slow a person down during a speed competition. The more liquid and you're dealing with more weight.... I think it would be tough to judge such a competition with so many variables
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In the mean time, I practice because practice makes perfect. However, there's a balance between getting too fast and not getting sloppy. I doubt I'll ever get too fast though because you want to make sure you actually change your baby's diaper and she isn't going to be laughed at in public on account of a poor diaper change by her father.


Note: Writing Plethora has changed it's name to Diaper Number 53. You will note that only the name of this blog has changed (without a diaper) but the content will remain as usual.

Daddy Cares

Ok, so I wasn't going to write a new post just yet but my baby Hailey has been bugging me all morning to write something---anything and since she can't spell quite yet she thought I should go ahead and do it for her. I said ok but then I thought, what do I write about? So I went to the bank and came back with this simple story.

At the bank I saw a younger lady holding her baby as she was walking on the sidewalk not far from where I was standing at the ATM machine. Just then, a man up the block a few hundred feet began hollering and trash began to pour from his from his mouth. One shouldn't be surprised, right? He was pushing a stroller with a 2-3 ish year-old little girl.

The perfect setting for me, a new daddy of a baby girl. Then it happened, the hollering, cussing, anger filled man came to the ATM machine where I had just been seconds before. As he walked closer he ordered the lady (girlfriend, wife?) with the baby in her arms to get him something or do something. It was hard to tell what exactly between all the cussing he was doing. He continued his string of filth words once at the ATM. I couldn't take it anymore so I called attention to his language and especially for the little girl in the stroller. He told me he didn't care. Of course he didn't, but I responded that God does. The little girl was about to cry and I told him I had something for him---it was a million dollar bill tract with information about what happens after a person dies without the God of universe as Lord and Savior. Naturally, the man ignored me after I had told him the cussing mattered to God so I just handed the tract to the girl in the stroller.

Sadly, trash like that comes from people's mouths daily and much, much worse. If it made me feel sad, what must the righteous Judge of the universe think? To see oppression on this earth in any form gives me a glimpse of what Jesus was feeling/thinking at the time of the cross and yet He went to the cross to pay the penalty for sin anyway. Still, I sometimes wonder why God allows the kids to grow up in these environments. I believe God showed me this story today for some reason if not for the simple reminder of how He truly wants His child to raise His children for His glory and honor.