In all of my kids, there comes that stage that I find more trying than most. You might think it is teething or crawling or even becoming mobile. For me, these are not so bad and in fact can be rather delightful. No, the stage I am refering to is that of self-diaper removal! You know the one where after you have spent 20 minutes bathing, lotion-up and dress your beautiful little one only to find her 10 minutes after that in the corner, undressed and diaper on the floor. Of course it is full of all the good things she ate for dinner last night and is all over her clean, lotiony legs and on her nice clean clothes. Okay, no biggie right. I have, after all, faced this before. Not to be outsmarted by a 21 month old, I clean her up, get her dressed (again) only this time her diaper is secure with packing tape. Yes! No way she is gonna get that baby off! I think I am winning this little battle of wills until I walk into her room after her nap. There she is in all her naked glory with her diaper hanging down. Yes, the tape is still intact around her waist but the rest of the diaper is left dangling like half a loin cloth. And she is laughing, enjoying her new found "freedom". Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em right so I started to take some pictures. Apparently she didn't quite finish what the diaper was intended to catch and yes, she peed on my leg...
Just another adventure in the wonderful experience called motherhood.
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