We’re in the middle of Kale learning to potty. It’s going fine – he’s getting it, we spend most of our days in underpants (they no longer burn) and we have accidents but whatever, he’s doing great. But without that cloth diaper bubble butt, we’ve discovered that our son has the shape of a broomstick. And 99% of his pants fall down.
So, the other day, after he tripped (AGAIN) and fell on his face (AGAIN) and was terribly terribly angry (AGAIN) I went rifling through his socks / underwear / jammies drawer to find the one belt he has. Only to discover that HEY! In a fit of cleanist freakout, I passed it on. Good one. The belt was one of the double D ring style belts, a style of belt that actually confounds me (Maybe? Because I am left handed? I don’t know, but I hate them with the passion of a thousand burning suns). It would have only been a temporary measure.
So, I popped down to my sewing room, Kale in tow, and we whipped up one elastic belt with a giant sew on snap that he can do up and undo all by himself. It’s not pretty. But it works like a hot damn. I am fairly convinced that all inventors are parents.