I hate to say I told you so...

...but I kind of did.

The following conversation took place between Matt and me yesterday evening:

(Side note: We have an entire jumbo sized box of size 1-2 diapers from my mom. As of a week ago, Camden was still wearing newborn diapers so I had to ask Matt to go out and buy some more of those; the size 1-2 were still too big. And then what happened? You guessed it. He outgrew the newborn size within a couple of days.)

(Another side note: My husband is...frugal. He's a planner and a saver. I am not. Balance is good, though, right?)

Okay, back to our convo:

Me: Camden, do you need your diaper changed?
Matt: I'll help! Tag team effort!
Me: Okay, grab me a diaper.
Matt: Here you go. (Hands me a newborn sized diaper)
Me: No, he has outgrown these. He leaks whenever he wears them now. Poop goes all up his back. Grab the bigger size.
Matt: (Takes over and puts the much-too-small diaper on anyway)
Me: Matt, it's too small! He will get poop everywhere.
Matt: I'll change him next time then.
Me: Well...okay.

Alright...I get it. Diapers are expensive. We pretty much wasted an entire box. But such is life with a newborn. They grow and change quickly. It's hard to predict when they'll need to move up a size. But if Matt couldn't stand the idea of not using the newborn sized diapers anymore, I figured a good old fashioned poop blowout might change his mind.

Fast forward a couple of hours and many loud squirts from Camden later...

Me: Okay, you've got this diaper change.
Matt: (Silence from the diaper change table then...) Oh wow. This is a messy one.
Me: And is it all up his back?
Matt: Yeah. And all over his clothes.

Sometimes "I told you so" just isn't necessary, you know? The newborn diapers are now packed away.