Bean has a new favorite activity! She thinks its the best thing in the world, I find it hilarious and annoying. Let me paint you a picture....
It's about 2pm, Bean's just woken up from her nap. The sun has moved enough so there isn't a direct beam warming the room, but there's still plenty of natural light. We cuddle on the couch, next to a pile of freshly laundered cloth diapers, for a few minutes to let her fully wake up. Once she starts babbling and/or meowing, I know it's time... Time for another round of diaper wrestling!
I lay my very mobile 14 month old on the floor, she lies there patiently waiting. This surprises me, I let my guard down. Big mistake! I plop a clean diaper on the floor right next to her booty, and then out of the corner of my eye I see it.. The evil smile rushes across my little bean's angelic face, and I know she's going to make a break for it. Before I can react, she's already stood up and started slowly backing away from me, still wearing her devilish grin. I knew as soon as I moved she would turn around and flee in amusement. I call her back, she giggles. I beckon her again, this time she laughs at me as if to say "Silly Momma, you know it's not going to be that easy." I have no other alternative, I get up and proceed to chase her as she screams with delight and scurries away. Thankfully, shes not a very fast toddler!
I succeed in capturing my prey in what I call a "love lock", very similar to a hug but it's what one uses to lovingly contain a rambunctious child. I tote her back to where the clean diaper is still chillaxin' on the floor and put her back down next to it. She lies there unmoving. I compare her to a land mine in my head, lying there unknown, waiting for something to touch her so she can explode with motion. I know my unmoving moments with her are limited. I pull her shorts off, and unsnap her diaper as fast as my fingers will allow. She's still lying there, like the little sweetheart she looks like. I hand her a wipe, and take one for myself. She pats herself dry while I do the real wiping, front to back, front to back. Then I say "butt up!" as I lift her tushie up by pulling her ankles towards the ceiling, a move that every parent knows well. As I slip the clean diaper under her cute tiny bottom, I hear "Ah hahaha!" and I know that this is where the diaper wrestling truly begins.
She flips, and flops, rolls and twists. All while I keep trying to get her back into position on her back, on the floor. A statue-esque moment occurs and I quickly try to hook on one side of the diaper around her. No luck! The dance continues... Giggles. Rolling. Laughter. Annoyance. She thinks it's the best thing in the world, time of her life! I am laughing because it's adorable and I love hearing her baby giggles. but good grief! I could've had five diapers on by now, and I don't even have one snap snapped together. It's time for drastic measures.
I start rolling around the floor with her to get the diaper on. She rolls, I flip. Snap! She kicks, I dodge. Snap! YES! One side is on, the hardest part is over. Usually the second side is faster to do since the diaper is being held in place by one chubby baby thigh. Oh no, shes on her hands and knees, this means she's going to run for it! I wrap an arm around her waist, she's screams with laughter and excitement from being caught. While she's strapped to my chest by my arm I quickly *snap, snap, sigh* and the diaper is finally all the way on. She laughs thinking she's won this wrestling match as she runs away without pants on.
But I know the truth: I won, Bean. I won.