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my brother told me before my son was born its different when its your own kid. i had carefully avoided ever changing a diaper in my life until my boy came along.

my boy will be 1year in 2 weeks. i have no problem changing his diaper. i prefer not to of course, but when ya gotta do it, ya gotta do it. id rather hold my nose for a few seconds then let him run around with poo and pee all over his his bum and get a rash
 
I had no problem changing my own child, who is now 12. However, my nieces and nephews are a different story. Wet is no problem; dirty ain't happening. That's why they have a mother and father.
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Interesting, and disgusting at the same time.

My brother is almost 4 years older than I am. We got married about the same time, but we started having kids early. There was no question that I would be changing diapers. My wife was a 2nd shift nurse, and I had them every evening. I often thought I changed as many or more than she did! It was just how it was.

But a while back I asked my mother if my dad had changed diapers, or if her father had. She gave me a disgusted look and said neither had ever, nor had they ever considered it. It was womens work, plain and simple.

Which led me to the conclusion I was the first male in our family to have ever changed a diaper.

Now my sons have kids. They change them when needed. I've changed a few on the grandkids, but not many. Only one grandkid is still in diapers. While I don't dread it, I'm not jumping up to change her, either. I'm starting to agree with my forefathers, its womens work.
 
You can bet your life if there is, or ever was, a dirty diaper in my house and if there is/was as much as a chance that I would be home within 24 hours - I changed it.
 
My ex changed one pee diaper in two kids because I was at a meeting, and thereafter all extracurricular meetings were forbidden.
 
Yeah, been there, done that, with three boys, tho never anywhere near as much as their mothers did.

Worst was my changing my second son's on a public toilet floor at an outdoor soccer match for his big brother. Yuck-eee! (This was over 20 years ago now, and I still feel traumatized.)

I s'pose I will do grandkids, occasionally, when they arrive, but not if I can convince any other man, woman, or child in the area to do it first.
 
The guys in that video are a bunch of pantywaists. Gagging over some sh*t, it makes me wonder if they've ever mucked out a barn. Get in there and do the job and get over it. I have a daughter, I have a niece and I have (much) younger cousins. I've changed 'em all. Your momma changed yours, now man up and get to it. If anyone, man or woman can't change diapers, kill or grow food and cook it, sew their clothes and clean house, they're only house broken, not full adults.

Russ
 
I managed to avoid the whole deal until hurricane Katrina came along. My Daughter (serving in the USAF) and grand kid's transferred into Biloxi just in time to catch it. As a result of the storm, haveing kid's in that part of the world just was not possible so my wife and I took the grandkid's until the situation cleared up. Well my grandson was in diapers and guess what, there was no avoiding it any longer. Now never haveing done it before and not getting up to speed before my wife left for her second shift job, I had no idea how those things worked. So after looking and puzzeling I drew my trusty folder and cut the thing loose. My grandson did look a bit pensive at the appearance of the knife but haveing nerves of steel permitted me to do the deed! Later I discovered the velcro tab's! Four months later my daughter was transfered to McGuire AFB Delaware and reclaimed her kid's. Problem solved.
 
I think I got by changing 3 or 4 diapers. Nearly passed out each time.
 
I changed a crapload of my sons diapers. No problem.

Now he is 25-years old and these days I still find myself cleaning the anus of our Shih-Tzu every now and then.

What's the big deal?

I know some "big man" hunters that will gladly field dress big game, who at home point to the woman to do "the job that needs to be done".

Effin duplicitous cowards.
 
They musta found a bunch of European girlie men. The only diaper change I ever ran from was when my son had projectile diarhea. The stuff would squirt out the sides of his diaper like a gyser.

My wife, son and daughter all got food poisoning at the same time. I was emptying buckets and changing diapers and mopping floors, all at the same time. For three days... I almost started drinking again that time...
 
I'm a stay at home dad. I have a 19th month old and a three month old. Changing diapers, eh, you get used to it pretty quick. My toddler lately drops things into his that look like cow flop and smell like a barnyard though. It's actually sort of impressive I suppose. My wife is actually the one sickened by it more often. I suppose my time in property management, dealing with degenerates who'd do things like use the crisper drawer from the fridge for a scheizer bucket prepared me a bit.
 
Gator,
My grand mother, upon encountering Heinz hot dog relish for the first time (58'-59'?) commented how she didn't think anything looking like "baby crap would ever gain acceptance as a condiment"?
 
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