Hello. Guest poster Scott here again. I can see by the zero comments to my last post that no one has objected to my contributions so far, so here we go.
I can also see that yesterday's post advertised something about Easter Eggstravaganza. I'm guessing that was supposed to involve the posting of some pictures. Well, judging from the pile of dishes in the kitchen that need my attention, I'm not about to learn how to post any pictures, so we will have to have the Easter post at another time.
In the meantime, how about an awesome cloth diaper update? Okay, suppose I were to tell you all the steps to how to change your own oil in your car. I might even show you by pointing out some key items under your hood and showing you the equipment. Suppose I then were to have you go ahead and change your oil some time when I wasn't around. (For the sake of this example, assume you've never done this on your own before.) So, it would probably be... imperfect. It might be messy. It might not be done "the right way." And your disposal of the hazardous leftovers might not meet with all local regulations.
Well, the oil change is a metaphor. You see, the oil change represents the cloth diaper change. The car is the baby, I guess. The "key items and equipment" are the outer diaper shell thingee, the liner, the thing that goes inside the other thing, and the thing that snaps into place (assuming you've got everything pointed in the right direction and not inside out.) And the hazardous leftovers are the, well, I believe the correct term is "fecal matter." (I use a different word for it when Seth isn't around.)
So, this is all a coyly-worded song-and-dance to divert blame away from myself regarding the dirty cloth diaper that may or may not have ended up in the dirty bin without first being properly, uh, swished.
Ah well. Fecal matter happens.