JJ has reached that stage where changing his diaper has become nearly impossible. It goes something like this:
Me: (sniffs the air) Ugh I think JJ has pooped
Husband: I did it last time. It's your turn.
JJ looks between us. Smiles.
I pick JJ up and heads to the change table.
JJ is still all smiles.
I lay him down.
JJ: Babababababa (as he grabs his feet and kicks)
Me: Your so cute ( I just love when he does this...)
JJ: Ba ba ba ba
I begin to to undo the diaper. One hand on his tummy, the other reaching for the whipes.
JJ:...... staring up at me
Me: Oh no, please don't....
Me: JJ, don't roll (as if he understands this).
I stuggle to hold him, keep his poopy diaper from falling on the floor and trying to whipe/keep his poopy butt from gettin poop everywhere.
JJ: starts whinning
Me: Ugh... gross (just got poop all over my hands)
I finish cleaning up the poop and turn on the tap to wash my hands.
JJ: Oooooo water (he stops trying to roll).
I return to put a fresh diaper on. Get peed on...
Me: Great... thanks for that bud....
Me: Your so cute.
I grab a fresh diaper.
JJ: ba ba ba.........
I start to put the diaper on.
Me: No! JJ don't roll....
This time JJ is more determined, a there is a struggle.
JJ: Waaaaaaaa! (some body save me, she is killing me, it is the end of the world, please no, I don't want to wear a diaper, it tourcher!)
Me: Stop being so silly, it is not the end of the world!
Minutes later, JJ is dressed, I need to get changed and we walk out of the bathroom.
Husband: What took you so long?
JJ: Bababababa (big cheesy smile on his face).