hmm...
I must be far more busy and preoccupied than I thought I was...in such a frenzy of packing (which is done! HOORAY! Ticker tape is being tossed into the air! Weeeee!), tidying (which is not done. B O O. H I S S.), and list making that Caleb decided to take diaper changing duties all on himself.
Normally he's very helpful with diaper duty anyway: he brings the fresh dipes and wipes, hands me the number of wipes I will need to complete the transaction, lifts his bum up off the changing surface so that I can slip the fresh diaper underneath him and then holds the top of the diaper snug while I attach the side straps. Everytime we do this I wonder what the trigger is going to be that makes Caleb decide it's time to potty like a big boy ALL the time instead of sporadically. It has to be coming soon right? Clearly he understands the process, since he accurately assesses how many wipes it will take to clean him up, right? Groan.
Anyway, here's what I think happened at the midday diaper change. Caleb was busily playing with his suction cup ball and blocks (build them up, knock them down, repeat five hundred times so as to drive your big brother crazy) when he decided that I was too busy to be bothered to change his dirty diaper. He took off the offending diaper (which, thankfully, was dry and only had one medium sized nugget in it...TMI? Probably, but hey the story requires it...), attempted to wipe himself, folded the diaper up WITH the straps, just like mom does, and then threw it in the garbage. Then Caleb tried to put a fresh diaper on by himself. I do not know how long it took him to finally give up, but I DO know he was seriously pissed off by the time he came into my bedroom and threw the uncooperative, mangled, fresh diaper on the floor. He then proclaimed, "I HATE it!" and then proceeded to gripe gibberish at me. I can only assume he was telling me how well the diaper changing session had gone up to the point when the fresh diaper ruined it all. When he finally calmed down, he grabbed another diaper, climbed up on the changing table and assumed the position. Surprisingly, he did a very good job of cleaning up. We did a once over with one more wipe and put on a clean diaper. Then, just to be sure, I asked him where the dirty diaper was. He grabbed me by the pinky finger and led me down the stairs to kitchen trash can where I found a dirty diaper wrapped up (just like I do it). I inspected it a little, asked him how many wipes he used, he motioned two. I aked him if he washed his hands and then Logan chimed in, "NO! And you should maybe boil* them 'cause he picked it up and looked at it. Caleb is GROSS!" At that point, I vomitted in my mouth a little, wondered what in the hell goes through little boys' brains and then washed Caleb's hands.
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*Whenever we come across someplace that is seems really filthy, I often make the comment, "We'll have to boil our hands when we get out of here."
And now, back to the tidying and last minute errands.
Normally he's very helpful with diaper duty anyway: he brings the fresh dipes and wipes, hands me the number of wipes I will need to complete the transaction, lifts his bum up off the changing surface so that I can slip the fresh diaper underneath him and then holds the top of the diaper snug while I attach the side straps. Everytime we do this I wonder what the trigger is going to be that makes Caleb decide it's time to potty like a big boy ALL the time instead of sporadically. It has to be coming soon right? Clearly he understands the process, since he accurately assesses how many wipes it will take to clean him up, right? Groan.
Anyway, here's what I think happened at the midday diaper change. Caleb was busily playing with his suction cup ball and blocks (build them up, knock them down, repeat five hundred times so as to drive your big brother crazy) when he decided that I was too busy to be bothered to change his dirty diaper. He took off the offending diaper (which, thankfully, was dry and only had one medium sized nugget in it...TMI? Probably, but hey the story requires it...), attempted to wipe himself, folded the diaper up WITH the straps, just like mom does, and then threw it in the garbage. Then Caleb tried to put a fresh diaper on by himself. I do not know how long it took him to finally give up, but I DO know he was seriously pissed off by the time he came into my bedroom and threw the uncooperative, mangled, fresh diaper on the floor. He then proclaimed, "I HATE it!" and then proceeded to gripe gibberish at me. I can only assume he was telling me how well the diaper changing session had gone up to the point when the fresh diaper ruined it all. When he finally calmed down, he grabbed another diaper, climbed up on the changing table and assumed the position. Surprisingly, he did a very good job of cleaning up. We did a once over with one more wipe and put on a clean diaper. Then, just to be sure, I asked him where the dirty diaper was. He grabbed me by the pinky finger and led me down the stairs to kitchen trash can where I found a dirty diaper wrapped up (just like I do it). I inspected it a little, asked him how many wipes he used, he motioned two. I aked him if he washed his hands and then Logan chimed in, "NO! And you should maybe boil* them 'cause he picked it up and looked at it. Caleb is GROSS!" At that point, I vomitted in my mouth a little, wondered what in the hell goes through little boys' brains and then washed Caleb's hands.
* * *
*Whenever we come across someplace that is seems really filthy, I often make the comment, "We'll have to boil our hands when we get out of here."
And now, back to the tidying and last minute errands.
posted by Amy at 10:09 AM
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