Primped and Pampered
Henry is a lovable, likable, and altogether wonderful. We all know that. He’s won national awards for this.
But of late, his great personality sometimes turns to grumpy or crabby … perhaps even surly. He will not eat his dinner. He refuses to nap. And for the past couple of weeks, he’s had nothing to do with diaper change.
We’ll strip him down to his nothings, and he’ll run off around the house (pantsless, naturally). When we finally catch him and wrestle him down to make sure he’s covered, he squirms, he squeals, he rolls over, and sometimes he’ll even shed a tear or two. What should take 20 seconds now takes minutes.
When the diaper finally does get on, he’s fine. (The actual diapering has been a little rough. They end up being a bit crooked or saggy, but thankfully they still do the job.) Thankfully, he doesn’t try and rip it off or anything. It’s the act of putting it on that he hates.
(I’ve heard horror stories of kids who like to rip their diapers off when it’s full of the bad stuff. To keep the diaper on, some parents resort to duck taping to their kid’s body.)
There is nothing that we can do to make it better. We try and distract him with toys or singing or tickling, but he’s on to us.
I think the only remedy is going to the pull-up diaper. With Henry, this is fine, because he’s using his potty most of the times, but it’s not so great because they cost close to $3,450 per diaper (slight exaggeration).
I cannot wait until he’s fully potty trained.
