Diaper change = calf roping

Quinn twists and turns and grunts and wiggles so much on the change table that it is pretty much a calf roping contest to get his diaper changed. Gone are the days where he just lay there like a blob.

Nature provides you with a pretty natural progression actually. For Diapers 101 for the first while, the poo is pretty pedestrian and the movement complication is minimal. You figure out how the diapers go on, how to get clothes on and off and try to avoid being peed on. For Diapers 201 you add the complication of doing it "under fire" while the baby shrieks at you. In Diapers 301 you add the particularly stinky poo and trying to keep their feet out of it. I think we're now at Diapers 401, where he thrashes about constantly in the roll, pitch and yaw axes, whether he's trying to reach toys, trying to look around, or just because he can. Soon he'll have mobility, which I'm sure will add a whole new dimension.

On the weekends it's a bit of Diaper Roulette as we alternate diapers - if he's on Day 3 of his two-days-off, one-day-on pooping cycle, it makes for particularly exciting wagering. Bec does the vast majority of diapers, which makes it particularly exciting when my turn comes around. I certainly notice a difficulty difference from one to the next, but so far I've managed to avoid any undue excitement.