Thank you all for your generous comments (and sage advice Tia Sara) on Radar's haircut. As it turns out, Radar's head is a bit like that small piece of cake that you cut for yourself... then you notice you didn't cut it quite straight, so you cut a little more to even it off... and a little more... until the cake is nearly gone! It turns out that there was a day three to the haircut... I just couldn't help myself and now poor Radar is pretty thin up top!!! Oh well, he should get used to it... it's gonna end up that way in 20 years anyway.
But today's topic is related not to Radar's head, but to his other end. I've mentioned before that Radar loves naked time. Up until now though, I've been lucky enough to control naked time. Well, on Saturday, Radar started to take control. After a poopy diaper change, I put him in his play area for a few minutes while I went upstairs to get him a onsie for a pajama. Maybe I was gone for 4 minutes, but I don't think it was that long. When I got back, I found a naked baby, swinging his diaper like a lasso and sitting in a sizable puddle of pee with a giant grin on his face!!! Oh boy!
So there's that... and then there's the diaper changing itself. For the last month of so it's become a bigger struggle to change diapers because Radar can flip, turn, squirm, etc so well now and he doesn't think to stop all that just because I'm changing his diaper. But over the last few days (maybe with the fresh memory of the diaper liberation in mind), it's taken on a whole new life. Now diaper changes are accompanied by violent kicks, angry screaming and crying, full body twisting and turning... in short, it is really, really difficult to change Radar's diaper... especially when we're talking poop!
In the last few poop changes, either one (or a few) of my fingers or one of Radar's feet has gone full submersion into said poop. I try distracting him with toys (one of which also ended up grazing the poop) or singing or peek-a-boo... nothing doing!!! And since he's been having a touch of diaper rash, applying diaper rash cream only adds another complication and I usually come out of the battle with zinc oxide smeared all over my hands and surrounding areas. The only luck I've had over these last few days is to catch him while he's still sleeping!
So, as you see, I am losing the diaper wars. Any advice??? (I'm not so sure I want Marco or Frank's advice since during our weekend in Philadelphia, their son Xavier spent 90% of the time dancing around the apartment in pure form himself!!!)
Lots of love,
Titi and Radar
PS - I don't have diaper war pictures to show you since my hands are totally occupied during these battles, so I thought I'd just share a sequence of a game we play.
Radar strews his things all over the floor.
I pick them up and neatly place them on shelves.
Radar fixes thing again within a minute or two!!
PSS - Oh, and just because I thought this picture was cute of my little overall'd monkey looking out the window!
PSSS - Did anyone else notice that we here at Radar Love just silently slipped past the 20k mark on hits! Wow!!