As I collected the trash last night, I asked my wife, "Did you notice that the diapers stink worse this week?" You see, we gave up on the Diaper Genie/diaper pail concept about three months into our first child, resulting today in three floors of trash cans being graced by the presence – and pungent aroma – of dirty diapers. It was easy back then, for at the time we lived in seminary student housing and had a trash dumpster at our disposal 24 hours per day, 7 days per week. Move ahead three years and we’re living in a townhouse with twice/weekly trash removal (no dumpster) and two children in diapers. Mind you that, in some odd way, infant diaper smell is somewhat quaint. It’s a unique smell that proclaims, "Cute little baby was here!" and despite the odor you can’t help but say, "Awww, the miracle of life! What a beautiful baby! How precious!" However, the diapers of a three year old are full of the same kind of poo that we adults produce, only in smaller amounts (usually). There’s nothing sacred, special or quaint about turds in your trash can.
Ah, the blessings of baby diapers!