Diaper explosion!

It's not what you think -- not yet, anyway.

Between baby showers, grocery store coupons and Deals of the Day on Amazon, we've managed to stock pile -- and I mean REALLY stockpile -- diapers. They're hidden under the crib, in closets throughout the house, stuffed in cabinets and drawers or packed away in diaper bags.

I've only changed one in recent memory, and that was on a plastic mannequin during child-birthing class at the hospital. So the idea of all those diapers -- we might really be in the four-digit range at this point -- is hard to imagine ever using.

Then there's the sizing. Newborn seems easy enough, but how am I supposed to know when the little man is ready to go from a NB to a 1? Or a 2?

At this point, I'd like to tip my hat to the guy who came up with clothing size lables. I should have a general understanding of how old my kid is, so that should be easy enough.

Wait, what? My three-month-old might wear six-month-old clothes? (If so, I guess he got his grandfather's jeans -- I mean genes.)

So those easy-to-read tags that make diaper sizes look like rocket science are easy-to-read but open to interpretation? Well that just seems confusing as a ripe, smelly diaper.