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She felt badly about it.

See this smile on my face?

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So happy. (Yes, I know I scratched my forehead.)

I currently have many reasons to smile, but over the weekend I did not.

See, mom puts me in cloth diapers. It has become her new hobby, well, obsession, really. She does all the washing with special detergents, line drying in the sun, and fancy folds that these diapers require. However, sometimes things can go terribly wrong.

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That is my face when I think about how bad things were this weekend.

When urine breaks down, it creates ammonia as a by-product.  When diapers don’t get quite clean enough, the ammonia builds up and can cause a burn on the skin. Yes. A burn. The nastiest sort of diaper rash.

I was hurting pretty badly, I was bright red, and I was very cranky.

So this happened.

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While mom did this.

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Boiling the diapers can get out all the build up. In cloth diapering terms, this is called “stripping” the diapers. Mom likes to think she is part of a long lineage of women who have boiled cloth diapers.

I have been slathered in ointments, and the redness is gone.

Mom still feels pretty terribly about the whole thing. She is glad I am better. Me too.

Manipulation.

I may be small, but I can already manipulate my parents in big ways. They are pretty used to my loud and forceful crying, so they went crazy when I started dropping this on them:

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Who knew? I flash them a little smile and they turn into dancing monkeys trying to make me repeat it. They make such fools out of themselves. Don’t they realize that I have a rule to never smile at the same thing twice?  However, this evening, I made an exception- with splendid results! I looked my mom in the eye and grinned in response to her smile. Then she smiled, and I smiled, then she smiled, and I smiled, then she… welled up and started crying. Unbelievable. She doesn’t even know how easily she is manipulated.

First Smile….

Well, my first smile captured on camera, that is.

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What is the most ridiculous thing about this picture? The fact that I am smiling about a pile of laundry? Or the fact that my mom put me in a pile of laundry in the first place? Personally, I think the most ridiculous thing is that she put me in a pile of laundry and then took a picture. (A rather poor quality one, I might add.) I had to redeem the situation, so I flashed my mega-watt toothless grin, and made first-smile magic.

Plus, watching her fold all the clothes while I just sit there is pretty funny.