Squirmin’
Another cold weekend. Amazing, really, how chilly it’s been. So cold that this morning the building’s furnace kicked on and our radiators started to heat up.
It’s August. August!
Anyway, what I really want to discuss is Henry’s recent disdain toward the diaper change. Now our son is a friendly, happy little boy. The smiles. The laughter. The cheese eating (more on that at a later date).
But all smiles end when we prop Henry up on the changing table. As soon as his back hits the soft changing pad, he starts to squirm and whine and, in a couple occasions, tears. When his diaper comes off, he immediately tries to roll over and sit up and grab onto Kristen or I, and while this is usually fine, it’s not so fine with an baby uncovered from the waist down. Especially when what is being changed is not your typical wet diaper but the more sinister, solid type of bowel movement.
Because, people, let me tell you something. You do not want your nearly naked child who just pooped out a pancake crawling around. It creates quite the mess — we’ve washed the changing pad cover more the past month than we have since we bought it a year ago.
Of late, we’ve been eschewing the changing table and just putting a new diaper on Henry with him on the floor. On the floor!
(I think I’m going to repeat everything for emphasis now. Everything!)
I hope that this behavior isn’t the start of more brazen (a new favorite word) behavior from Henry, although we know that we’re only a year away from the terrible twos. By then, hopefully, we’ll have him in the more friendly pull-ups. Either that, or we’re just going to change him only once a day.
Now that’s a pleasant thought.
September 2nd, 2009 at 7:00 am
I used to have to put an arm on this one kid’s chest to keep him still while he tried to bite it in order to change him. Sometimes it required two of us. I, too, am a fan of the word brazen and have told Eloise “our youngest is our most brazen.”