Oh my. Yesterday I experienced something that will go down in the record books as the wildest diaper change ever. Here's a run down of the events:
1. Charlie fusses, so I check to see if her diaper is dirty. Yes, it is, so I set her down on the changing table and get the dirty diaper off.
2. She spits up a bunch, all over her new "Baby Saurus" footie outfit.
3. While I'm getting that wiped up, she pees.
4. Before I get much further in cleaning up that mess, she screws up her little face and lets loose another big poop.
5. I get the changing pad out of the way so at least she doesn't kick around in the poo and pee too much, but then Charlie spits up AGAIN.
6. After I wipe her face off and get her cleaned off down south with a new diaper under her but not secured, Charlie takes another little poop.
That might push some weaker mortals over the edge. They might throw up their hands in disgust and run screaming from the house, letting the dogs raise Charlie instead. I was close to reaching that point, but then Charlie gave me a little sly smile and melted my heart. I got her cleaned up again, threw on another footie outfit (a green one that says "Little Lamb"), and treated myself to a fudgsicle. Whew.
3 comments:
My job is cake compared to what you're doing.
CJS
Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew!
I love it. Char-little is quite talented in all areas of being a baby! The only way she could have topped that performance would have been to have a snotty nose or produced an excess amount of ear wax.
For some reason, the fudgsicle was the part that made me laugh. I think I would have chosen another ice cream product after that experience.
Sorry-- bad humor, but couldn't resist.
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