March 16, 2010

The Diaper Cannon

Every day, especially these last few that have involved screams, tears, and teething, I look forward to Jonathan coming home from work. It is wonderful to be able to spend time as a family and having another adult around means that mama gets a break from changing all the dirty diapers herself! (I'm trying to teach Nathaniel how to do it himself a la Stewie from Family Guy, but so far... no dice.)

Even though I may not be the one scrubbing out the poop (thank you, cloth diapers), I am often still involved in the changing process. Because when daddy is home, mama gets promoted from poop slave to entertainment coordinator. And yes, that means dancing around wildly, singing, and waving my hands in the air during the bum cleaning process. QUITE THE SIGHT.

During one such diaper change tonight, in the midst of what was reminiscent of a tribal rain dance, I stopped to check Nathaniel's bottom. And Jonathan reacted LIKE I HAD SET OFF A NUCLEAR WARHEAD IN A DEN OF PUPPIES.

Some of you may remember the incident last week where Nathaniel's butt exploded in a barrage of green and yellow poo during a 5am diaper change. And yes, THE CARPET IS FOREVER STAINED GOLDENROD YELLOW, thank you very much.

This was the reason why my knight in shining armor was ready to sacrifice life and limb for yours truly... because I was staring down the barrel of a loaded cannon. NOT WISE, MAMA.

But tonight, my little boy decided not to redecorate the floor of his bedroom. Which leads me to only one conclusion. HE'S SAVING IT ALL FOR 5AM.

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