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So it seems they come in packs of 8.  Shrink-flation anybody? As a long-haul 24/7 wearer I'm looking for total cost of ownership.  I'd be buying a LOT of them.  Packets of 12 are barely ok.   Packets of 16 are better, 20 better again but not 8. For me the colour of them is irrelevant.  It's not like I'll be wearing them uncovered.  I did see plain white ones on their website but still, packets of 8...

Luvs are the exact same product as Pampers Baby Dry except with Bluey designs and a much lower price point.

"You didn't do anything wrong Madison your sisters are just going through somethings Emily is still coming to grips with everything she's just chosen and thrown away, it's going to be difficult few weeks but she will eventually start to calm down and start to love this, she just needs to be shown proper guidance and have a good big sister like you to help set her straight." After telling Madison that she tied to bib around her and started to feed her little girl. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She was happy to see a smile on Alice's face as she nuzzled up to her, but it was time to get serious, "Alice how was your day yesterday, you have anything you want to tell me?" Camila asked with a stern but caring look.

Pork chops and something tonight.  

If you haven't read the first book, you can read it here:   --- 1 The streets were teeming with children and teenagers in costumes, carrying pumpkin-shaped baskets filled with candy. Shouts and laughter poured out from every direction without a moment's pause. The atmosphere was one of playfulness and fun. Riley couldn't stop looking at the houses. Spiderwebs everywhere, skeletons emerging from the ground, and ghosts with eyes and mouths as black as the night. This year, too, the neighborhood residents had outdone themselves. "We're halfway there," Luz announced, reading the neighborhood map clutched in her hands. "Just six more houses and we're done. Fingers crossed." "Do you think they'll give us actual candy?" Sally asked, rummaging through her basket before pulling something out. "This is a mint breath freshener! It's anything but a treat!" "I agree with Ozzy," Ferg said, tapping his wizard's staff against the sidewalk and adjusting his loose white beard. "All we've collected is junk." Nothing but complaints came out of their mouths. It was one of the most important nights of the year, and all those three could do was complain about their haul, which was nowhere near complete. And to think they'd reassured her that they were going to have fun. Riley turned her gaze to the other side of the street. A small group of five children was running around carefree, their baskets swinging like swings. She quickly looked away. She wasn't going to let that ruin trick-or-treating for her. "Do we really have to stick to your plan, Luz?" Sally asked, stepping closer to her. A smile escaped Riley as she watched a miniature Ozzy Osbourne talking to the Wicked Witch of the West. "We all agreed on whether or not to take this route!" Luz snapped, stopping in her tracks and glaring at everyone. "It's true, we haven't gotten all that much candy, but we'll get to the end! Have a little faith, for once, please!" "There's a difference between making us walk around the entire block only to end up with nothing and knocking on just a few doors and getting loads of candy!" Sally Osbourne retorted. Here we go again. "By going wherever we please?" the witch Luz shot back. "We'd definitely have gotten more candy!" "You don't know that!" "Yes, I do!" "How?" Sally pointed to a house across the street. In front of the door, a group of kids in brightly colored costumes were receiving candy from an elderly woman. "That's how." Luz raised an eyebrow and let her jaw drop. Smoke was beginning to curl out of her pointed ears, and her fingers tightened around the black handle of her basket. She was about to explode. She had to step in, or they'd be subjected to a never-ending stream of whining all the way home. And Mom would leave them outside to sort things out for themselves, as if it were a punishment in its own right. Worse than having to sit in a dirty diaper for more than half an hour. "We could do it this way." Riley grabbed the map and held it up for everyone to see. "We pick a few houses from the map and choose the others as we go along. That way, we keep Ozzy happy and... remind me what your character is again?" "Elphaba," Luz whispered, dumbfounded, folding her arms. "Why do we always have to do this?" "Do what?" Riley asked, confused. "We make plans and then do the exact opposite," Luz explained bitterly. "We put so much effort into thinking everything through, and without fail, one of us decides to do things their own way. Isn't that right, Sally?" She rolled her eyes. "Plans are only cool in movies. Besides, we're wasting time." "We'd already be at the last house if you hadn't decided to stop us and make us stand around here just because you got tired of following the plan," Luz said, her voice turning harsh. The girl she was addressing remained unfazed by the accusation. "Plans can change at any moment. We adapt to whatever situation we're in, good or bad it is." Instinctively, Riley stepped firmly between them. She shot them both angry glares, making them turn pale. A pang shot through her chest. She hated doing that to her friends. "That's enough, you two," she scolded them. "Let's try to reach a compromise and spend the rest of the evening together without fighting. We're here to have fun, not to make each other's blood boil. We've already got some vampire hunter somewhere taking care of that, trying to capture Dracula." Ferg chuckled. "Halloween sure does have a strange effect on you, Madame Riley." She looked at him, feigning indignation, then pulled the wooden sword from her belt and pointed it at him playfully. Beneath her knight's costume, her diaper crinkled loudly. "For all of you, I'm Sir Riley. Madame is for when I'm a princess or something like that." A few laughs rose above the general din behind her. An alarm went off in her head. She knew exactly who those mixed high-pitched and low voices belonged to. A shiver ran down her spine. She shot Sally a tight-lipped look before turning to face the voices. A group of five boys had stopped just a few steps away from them. Their sneering faces twisted into unsettling grins. They were scarier without costumes than all the decorations scattered around the neighborhood. "Well, well, well," Dennis Reeves began in a composed voice. "Look who we've got here. The whole freak show!" Two of the boys snickered, exchanging a knowing glance. The ones behind them simply smiled. "I see you've even dressed up like a bunch of circus freaks," he continued, looking them up and down condescendingly. His gaze settled squarely on her. "You do know the circus is somewhere else, right? Especially you, little knight." The same two boys burst out laughing and high-fived each other, as if he'd just won the most important argument of his life. The smiles faded from the others' faces. Riley took a step back, intimidated. Her hands and legs trembled. Ferg moved closer to her on one side. Sally sprang forward menacingly on the other and grabbed one of his forearms. For a moment, Riley feared she was about to beat him to a pulp. "Are you sure he's not looking for you and your little pets back there?" he asked him, his voice steady. The footsteps of the two bodyguards struck the pavement like the tolling of bells. Dennis stared straight into her eyes, looking slightly offended, then jerked his arm sharply to break free from her grip. “Clowns have priority,” Dennis shot back. He turned his head and met Ferg’s gaze. “Especially the ones who are in love.” He flashed a crooked, teasing smile. “Jealous? At least we’re the ones in the spotlight.” Dennis laughed, clearly amused, and took a few steps backward toward his friends. “The audience needs to know who to throw their trash at when the show sucks.” “We get paid just the same.” Luz walked past a bodyguard and deliberately planted her heel on his foot. The kid let out a groan of pain and hopped around on his good foot for a few moments. One of the boys behind him helped him stay upright. Riley watched him with curiosity. Messy dark hair, a round face, and a smug expression as he turned toward his friend. He was cute. “I hate to admit it, but Luz has a point,” he commented honestly. “Nobody asked for your opinion, Charlie.” Dennis silenced him with a glare, then turned his head back toward them and began walking in the direction they had come from, the rest of the gang following close behind. “Besides, only little kids go trick-or-treating.” He brought his fists up beside his half-closed eyes and wiggled them, pretending to whimper and making childish noises with his mouth. The others joined in, raising an irritating sing-song chant. Only Charlie and the other little guy remained completely silent. None of them reacted. “What’s wrong? Need Mommy and Daddy to change your diapers?” Riley felt a sharp pang in her stomach. She struggled to keep her bladder from giving way, as though she were trying to lift a boulder. She was wearing a diaper under her costume, too, but that didn't make her a little kid? She wished she could hack him into a thousand pieces with her sword, if only she were a real knight. That would teach him to think twice before making fun of them. Dennis turned around one last time and looked her straight in the eyes with a mischievous grin. “See you around, circus freaks.” Riley swallowed nervously, holding his gaze. Without even doing anything, he had managed to hit her where it hurt most. The group walked away, their ringleader leading the way with the dogs trailing behind. Their footsteps echoed rhythmically along the concrete sidewalk amid the cheerful buzz of the neighborhood. Two of them, Charlie and his friend, exchanged one last glance with the group before waving goodbye with apologetic half-smiles. Riley waved back, giving them a playful wink. She wanted to come across as friendly, or so she thought. Once they were alone and certain the others weren't coming back, Sally let out a frustrated snort and nervously pounded her fists against her temples, which were painted with corpse-white makeup. “What a bunch of party poopers.” “Who the hell does that guy think he is?” Luz growled. “Does he think he's better than all of us just because he's popular? What a loser.” Ferg nodded, then their eyes met. "Everything okay, Riley?" She took a few seconds to think. Her hands slid down to her belt, where she adjusted the sword tucked into the seam and straightened the emblem beneath her navel. Dennis' words kept ringing in her head like bells. Luz and Sally watched her with concern, especially her sister. Now that they were gone, she could finally feel a little more at ease. She nodded, smiling. Sally wrapped her arms around her and stood in front of her. Behind her round, dark lenses, Riley could make out her worry and sadness. "Use your words, Riley. Are you okay?" She lowered her gaze, feeling worn out. Her legs pressed together even tighter, pushing the diaper, scorching hot yet still dry, more firmly against her skin. Don’t lie. Don’t lie. She sniffled. "I-I'm okay, Sally." "We both know that's not true," she said firmly, almost as if she were scolding her. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away with the sleeve of her costume. She was fighting an internal battle to keep the dam behind her eyes from bursting. She had only just caught herself doing it; keeping it to herself was out of the question. She lifted her head, looked at her with tear-filled eyes, and let out a shaky sigh. "Are we really just little kids?" Sally grimaced, then broke into a reassuring smile. "He's an idiot, Riley. Ignore him and don't let him get under your skin. Leave the blood boiling to the vampire hunters, right?" "Y-Yeah," she whispered as another tear slipped down her cheek. "W-When he said we need Mommy and Daddy for you-know-what, it hurt." Sally pulled her into a tight hug. "You know how much I care about that? All I care about is seeing my sister smiling and happy." A few seconds later, she broke the hug and looked at her friends. "Sorry if I just—" Ferg stopped her, raising a hand. "Our Elphaba has constant nervous breakdowns and crying fits. Don't worry about it." "F-Fergus!" Luz's green cheeks turned tomato red, and she hid her face behind her black pointed hat. Riley and her sister laughed, amused. Some of Dennis' words were drowned out by the children's screams and the hum of cars passing along the road. His warm hugs always did the trick. "I'm craving something sweet," she said hesitantly. "Do you still want to go trick-or-treating?" Ferg nodded and gripped his staff firmly. "How about we do three random houses and then head home?" Luz pulled out her map and handed it to Sally. She sighed, exhausted, and pushed it back towards her. "You worked so hard on it. Let's follow it all the way through." The little witch bounced with joy and ran ahead of them, leading the way. "The next house is a little farther down! Come on!" They set off in silence, passing skeletons risen from the bowels of the Earth and horrors that would drag them into the afterlife.