NO YOU WILL NOT CHANGE MY DIAPER. END OF STORY.
Uh huh. The twins have hit that day. They've hit it HARD.
Now diaper changes involved devious planning. I grab the diaper ahead of time, open all the tabs, have it out and ready. Wipes open? Check.
Proceed to place happy baby on changing table pad. Toys strategically placed for maximum distraction. All systems a-go, right?
Meanwhile, I practice my wrestling moves while hoping I can contain all diaper nastiness in time. Because, you know, in my daily life I prefer to not sink my hand into poop, pick poop off the floor, or clean poop off the side of the wall. That's just me. So I try to pin down a corner of the child while I make herculean efforts to diaper as.quickly.as.possible. No easy feat on fighting, angry, suicidal baby. Seriously, are they injecting steroids into bananas these days? How can this wily less-than-20-pounder be so strong? They're doing push ups in their
If I could hit the translate button on the screaming, I'm pretty sure it would translate "I'll get you my pretty! You and your stupid diaper changes too".
When does potty training start again?