Since Ive had my boys, I've picked up the hobby of sweating. I am SO warm, ALL of the time. So by the time I get through a diaper change with Superman on speed Carter, I pretty much need to change my clothes, I get so hot. But the sweating isn't even the worst part of the diaper change...it's the impossibleness of it all. The second you lay that kid on the floor, his back arches, his left leg goes up, his right leg flips back, his arms twist, his hand turns inside out, he kicks, he does the worm, his head bobs, and it's that VERY minute that he wants that toy that's under the crib REALLY REALLY bad. It's game on for him. And the objective of the game is to make the diaper change the absolute worst experience of your life. Every. Single. Time. So I've come up with the best distraction tactic that I can think of...I sing "If you're happy and you know it".
I feel the whole situation is the epitome of irony. I am so cursed mad when I change him...I have to hold back the profanity. And yet, behold, I am singing "if you're happy and you know it", when I feel like shouting at the top of my lungs;
"WWWWWWHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"
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Ah yes, we used to call that the "baby's death twist"... I understand your pain! It gets better :-)
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