Or so I thought.
As Griff has gotten bigger, the diapers have gotten a little more full and a little more, um, pungent. And if they sit for a few days or so in the trashcan, his room can begin to smell a little sour. My mother mentions it every time she's here and I really thought there was a good chance she was going to get me a fancy trashcan for Christmas. I mean, I notice it when I walk into his room, but it's never been something that bothered me that bad. I thought Cody had the same mindset as I did, but turns out, I was wrong.
Cody grabbed the diaper trash to take out Sunday night, looks straight at me with a serious face and says, "I've been doing some research. We need to get the Arm & Hammer Diaper Pail. It has better reviews that the Diaper Genie." He then goes on to say that he's been thinking about it and doing for a while and doesn't want our house smelling like poop when our friends come over.
Y'all. I am shamed. My husband, who almost daily tells me that he can't smell something because of his allergies, has drawn a line on the smell in our house before I did!* So today I did the poop walk of shame to buy a Diaper Pail with my seventeen month old son in Walmart. Let's hope our friends and family appreciate it next time they're over!
*I think the smell was really contained to Griffin's room. But I'm also afraid that I was just used to it and didn't smell it anymore in the rest of my house, so you better believe I hightailed it to get that trashcan while I had Cody's blessing!