Isn’t that just the cutest little frowny face?
Diaper changes have become… challenging. He was fairly squirmy before, of course, but we had a pretty successful system of distraction worked out. He’d hold onto the diaper, we’d talk to him, he’d raise the diaper up over his head, we’d proclaim him to be King of the Diaper, and everyone was happy.
I guess that was too easy, because a few days ago he suddenly decided that being asked to lie on his back was an unbearable tyranny. He twists. He kicks. He yells. I’ve tried explaining to him that it would go faster if he’d chill out and hang onto the diaper for me, but he’s not convinced. I’m all for picking my battles, but getting his diaper changed is pretty non-negotiable. I was sort of relieved to hear from Rosa that he does this at day care, too. At least it’s not just me. (Actually, I know it’s not just me, Jon had a poopy diaper wrestling match this morning.) I’d try doing it with him on his stomach, except that he’d immediately try to crawl off the edge of the changing table, and so far he’s demonstrated no appreciation of edges and gravity.