Dirty Jobs

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Dear Dirty Jobs,

My husband is a huge fan of your show on The Discovery Channel, and over the years we've watched Mike Rowe travel around the country to chronicle some of the filthiest occupations that exist today. Mike has searched high and low (oil rigs and sewers to name a few not-so-clean places) to find some of the most downright unappealing jobs. But I'm here to tell you he needs to look no further!

As new parents, my husband and I have definitely experienced our fair share of memorable moments over the last several months. However, some of those experiences have not been the "Oh-that's-so-cute, let's save-it-for-his-scrapbook" type of moments but more like the "Oh-my-goodness! That-much-came-out-of-someone-that-little?" bloopers which have mainly revolved around just how messy babies can be. More specifically, we are constantly amazed by our son's "output" (to put it mildly).

Furthermore, it's not only the quantity but also the diversity of the output that a baby makes on a daily basis that keeps our washing machine and dryer in what seems like constant operation these days. Please excuse my bluntness, but I have been spit up on, peed on, and pooped on more times than I'd like to remember!

Often times we pack an extra set of clothes in the diaper bag in case Jameston has a "wardrobe malfunction," but there have been occasions when we wish we had a change of clothes for ourselves because of the spit up on my blouse or poop on Brett's dress pants!

These pictures say it all:

Case in point. Please don't let the diaper distract you from noting the spit-up on the onesie. We call these "blowouts" around our house! Oh, and we wanted to show you the black/white version to spare you the cRaZy color :) Wish you could see the looks on our faces!

Wear it proud, Jameston. We love our 'lil Pooper!

I am sure you can find new parents everywhere who share these same sentiments. This being said, I'd like to clarify and state that being a parent is not a "job" at all. After all it is part of a parent's love to look back on all the dirty diapers one day and be able to laugh about it, right? After describing this daily dose of dirtiness in a satirical way, I must say that we are embracing our new and messy role as parents with open (and disinfected) arms!