I never, ever, no never thought I’d be begging a human being for their poop.
And yet it happens ’round these parts several times a week. It isn’t pleasant.
As opposed to changing Violet (who would generally calmly lay down and accomodate you by lifting her legs etc …) changing Henry is like trying to diaper a feral cat.
I have to chase him around the house while he giggles, begging him to just let me clean the poop out of his bum. Unlike dad, I have not perfected my “Diaper Bird” and have, in fact, been booed out of the room during a particularly weak attempt.
But now I have a new weapon in my diaper-changing arsenal. At the behest of Huggies I purchased some of their Snug & Dry Diapers and lo and behold, guess who is prominently featured right on the front of the diaper? Only Henry’s favorite high-pitched fella of all-time.
Lately I’ve taken to luring Henry to me in my best Mickey Mouse voice, while waving the diaper Mickey animatedly in Henry’s direction.
Hi Henry! It’s me, Mickey! Come a little closer, buddy and give me a love! Ooh, look at me, Henry. Mickey Mouse!
Instead of gallivanting in the opposite direction he stops and listens. If I keep up the banter eventually he peeps around the corner and waddles my way, totally suckered in my the talking Mickey diaper.
And then I pounce! SUCKER!
But, the trick is, I hand him one diaper so he can gander at Mickey for the 20 seconds or so it takes me to wipe and re-diaper. By the time he’s over Mickey I’m generally finished.
Score! I just hope I get this kid potty-trained before he gets stick of the talking Mickey diaper.