Diaper backward spells repaid. Think about it.

I can change a No. 1 diaper in 30 seconds and a No. 2 in a minute.

I learned how to change a cloth diaper on a raccoon. I was maybe 8 or 9.

As any parent knows, sharing diaper duty sure beats changing them all yourself.

I do splurge on diaper bags. I have a half dozen in different colors and styles.

I wrote my first song when I was about eight. It was about putting a diaper on a chicken!

I would read a lot about how to be a dad. I had never changed a diaper before we had Birdie.

When I go home, I play with my baby dolls and strollers and diaper bags, and play with my sisters.

You really don't need to study how to change a diaper. As a new mom, you learn pretty darn quickly!

One of my dreams was being called a 'Diaper Dandy' by Dick Vitale. He calls me that all the time now. It's surreal.

I can change a diaper in 30 seconds flat. I set the new one beneath the old one. That way, it's just wipe and pull the flap over.

Like many other women, I could not understand why every man who changed a diaper has felt impelled, in recent years, to write a book about it.

Changing a diaper is a lot like getting a present from your grandmother - you're not sure what you've got but you're pretty sure you're not going to like it.

Why do otherwise sane, competent, strong men, men who can wrestle bears or raid corporations, shrink away in horror at the thought of washing a dish or changing a diaper?

Until I was twenty-eight, I had a kind of buried self who didn't know she could do anything but make white sauce and diaper babies. I didn't know I had any creative depths.

I was the kind of kid that always loved babies. I was, you know, four years old, and I would have my baby doll that I would bring with me everywhere and fake breastfeed on the beach and diaper.

Mothers of all ages delight in their children, but I don't know that, if I were younger, I would feel as acutely, profoundly, preciously grateful for every smile, squeal, and - yes - diaper blowout.

It's funny - before, I would say I'm not sure I can change a diaper in my life and now it's, 'I got this, I'm a mom, I got this, I know what to do.' It's weird, you just get into this protective mode.

I once knew a chap who had a system of just hanging the baby on the clothes line to dry and he was greatly admired by his fellow citizens for having discovered a wonderful innovation on changing a diaper.

Everything seems like, 'If I don't change this diaper correctly, she won't go to college.' My advice is, know that the time does go by fast... it's a huge roller coaster; it's the hardest thing and most rewarding thing.

Everything TSA does is reactionary - first they ban the box cutters, then of course you have to take your shoes off, then you have to take the liquids out, now we have to be patted down in our private areas because of the diaper bomber.

It's funny, I used to do a character that was just a baby - just an adult baby. I would get up onstage and complain about adult stuff, but as a baby. I was in a diaper, and I would require hugs from the audience and reassurance and stuff.

When I come home from work, if I just played a really good game and I'm on top of the world, I think changing a diaper will humble me pretty quickly. On days when I struggle, I'll come home and I'll realize that it's not the end of the world.

It's so funny because as a parent you kind of just fall into your roles. Nate loves to change a diaper more than anybody should because he knows he's instantly solved something. I'm the one that's up all night and in the morning because I need barely any sleep.

Life is filled with tragedy, with long patches of struggle and with, I think, beautiful bursts of joy and accomplishment. Blessed with those moments, you just try to relax as much as possible and focus on the little things, like the joy of changing your baby's diaper.

It's really easy to be grounded again when you get back home, and you sing in front of 20,000 people a night, and your wife hands you the kids and tells you it's your turn to be on diaper duty and take out the trash. So it's easy to keep things in perspective when things like that happen.

I photographed all kinds of sports - Formula 1, Formula Atlantic. And anybody who knows me knows that, from the day they invented video cameras, I used to lug them around when you had to carry the pack here and the big camera here, plus the diaper bag and a baby and the purse or whatever.

Narcissism is a fact of life - it's a natural part of growing older, right? It's a part of your development. So being angry about the younger generation being 'narcissistic,' that's like saying 'Oh, this young generation only wants to poop in their diaper! They don't want to use the bathroom!'

I never said, 'no, I'm not going to do that.' Two things stand out that I really didn't care for, there was the one where they dressed me as a cow. Obviously, I didn't care for it, but I knew it was for 'hahas' for fun stuff. And then, when they put me in a diaper as the New Year's baby, I was like, 'ugh, here we go.'

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