Hogtie

When B was first born, I thought that changing a diaper was the world's most daunting task. There was no good reason for this, as it is not difficult at all, but it didn't matter. The fear of being covered in a disgusting fluid of some sort was overwhelming (because it had not yet happened countless times to me.) Additionally, B acted like I was trying to kill him which made me afraid that I might.

Fast forward 9 months and I wonder why I ever thought it was hard before.  Although B no longer thinks a new diaper will result in his imminent demise, the process does get in the way of many other things he had on his schedule like destroying everything in sight. Because he is not yet smarter than a chimpanzee, he does his best to prolong the change to ensure that it will be even longer until he can return to spreading chaos. I can only imagine this will get worse as he gets stronger and more spirited. At least it's hilarious when someone else is doing the changing.

"Dad, Mom doesn't use this table thing anymore just so you know..."

"I think she hates it because I do this."

"And this. Ooo is that a tower of blocks down there? Must knock over!!"

"Get me to those blocks!!!"

"Moooom, he won't let me knock over the blocks."

"Oooh my stuffed animals are on top of the bookshelf. I need to remember to knock them all down too."