It still fits!
Five minutes after this photo was taken, Ben, who hadn’t messed his diaper in several days, had a massive poop explosion. He’d been sitting calmly, playing with his blocks. Then he toppled over and started to cry. No wonder, he was laying on a couple of the blocks. But when Theresa went to pick him up, she discovered another reason for the yelling. All over the living room carpet. And his pants and shirt. Fortunately there was just one tiny spot on the hem of the sweater vest.
My sister is my hero for patiently sponging the carpet while I cleaned up the boy.
Look at that sweet innocent face… he doesn’t look like a poop demon.