When I was pregnant with my third baby, I had countless people, strangers and friends, see my two daughters and comment about me finally getting a boy (a whole other post!). But I was actually a little afraid of the baby being a boy. I had two little girls who were sweet, calm, would play quietly by themselves for hours and for the most part, were very easy babies and children. I’d seen my friends’ little boys and knew that they weren’t often playing calmly or quietly, so I worried about how different life would be with a spirited little boy with plenty of energy.
I’m thrilled to have my baby boy, of course. I wouldn’t change a thing and know how blessed we are that he came to join our family. But, man is he a boy! I mean a BOY in every stereotypical, energetic, fiesty, loud sense of the word. And that makes some things a lot more fun. But it can also make some things much more challenging.
Take changing his diaper for instance. Squish has his own opinions about whether or not his diaper needs to be changed (always not). His chubby little legs are surprisingly fast as he runs away from me at diaper changing time. When I’m able to catch him and get him on the changing table, the battle has only started.
That little strap on the changing table? That’s supposed to keep the baby on the table? It’s a joke. Squish flips over with such force, he can flip the *entire* changing table on its side. Which might scare a lot of babies, but for Squish, it would just be a great opportunity to start running away from Mommy again.
It’s nearly impossible to keep him from flipping himself over on the changing table too. I can be holding both of his feet up in the air to clean his bottom and he’ll twist his torso completely over like a little baby contortionist. It’s impressive to see, but very, very upsetting when that baby bottom is poopy!
I’m trying to remind myself that these are the stories that we’ll all laugh about together someday. I’ll tell his girlfriends and friends about it and we’ll all laugh at how cute he was as a baby boy. And in a year or two, he’ll be potty trained and this will all be a memory.
For right now, though, I clearly am losing the Change Squishy’s Diaper Battle. 🙂
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