Gametes In Love

G has progressively gotten harder and harder to change out of his dirty diapes. Morning, mid-day or evening, he just doesn’t want to be changed. I thought at first it might have been the diaper-table, and that he had “outgrown” it, so I started changing him on the floor. It worked all of 3 times, only to go back to the same squealing, squirmy kid… or worse… one that flips over and runs away. There’s nothing more fun than chasing a naked, dirty baby bum around the room, lemme tell ya’. And G crawls fast! He sees you coming and picks up speed and those little legs cover a lot more distance then they deceptively let you think. Arg!

Well, I now have a solution, at least to the morning part of changing: a bottle of milk. I remembered a friend telling us that she just let her daughter suck down her morning bottle while she changed her, so I decided to try it. Well, what do you know? It worked! G’s far more interested in getting his morning milk on, than trying to twist or run away from a clean diaper.

It also makes my morning routine even shorter. I can typically change a diaper, put on socks and pants on before G’s done drinking. I now feel like I’m competing for a personal record. I haven’t managed to get shoes on yet in that timeframe, but I’ve got that goal in my sights. It’s like training for the Kid Dressing Olympics.

I don’t have solutions yet for the diaper changes for the rest of the day, but at least the important morning one is somewhat resolved. I’m open to ideas for the others 🙂

P.S. Ah, yes, we have given him multiple objects to hold an marvel at. They’ve extended from the “permissible” rattle toy, to the “marginal” diaper creme tube, even the bulb syringe. Yeah, can’t get close to him w/ a bulb syringe when it’s time to suck his nose, but he enjoys playing with it on the table. Alas it’s only temporary and gets chucked. I can tell you that my son has an amazing arm and can cover quite a bit of distance throwing stuff when he wants to. I also learned to read the instructions on items I hand to him. For example, G’s grammie gave him/us the little snow globe with a little snowman inside. Super cute. I gave it to G. It occupied him for about two days, until he tossed it, it hit the edge of the dresser and broke. Now I had a naked baby, glitter all over the room (did you know they used glitter for the snow?), water and broken glass all over the floor. Oh and we were running late for the day too, so it’s not like I had a ton of time to fix it all. As I was picking up the broken glass, the back of the snow-globe read “Not for children under 8. Contains glass”. Yeah, well, I learned this the hard way.

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