Quinn needed a diaper change. This is Quinn:
I laid him down on the bassinet attachment of the pack-n-play and pulled up the piano bench right next to me. I figured Riley would enjoy watching the process, as he’s usually standing on tiptoe right beside me.
This is Riley:
His legs dangled off the edge, pressed up against the pack-n-play, and I started the process.
Everything had been laid out ahead – diaper, wipe, and Triple Paste, the hero of my children’s butts. That stuff tops anything else I’ve tried for managing diaper rash. A tub of it sat open in the middle of the pack-n-play.
One minute (or less) into the diaper change, I glanced at Riley and saw this sight: white Triple Paste caked on both hands, smeared around his mouth, and decorating both the edge of the pack-n-play and the black piano bench!
It was so comical I couldn’t be upset. I just laughed, grabbed another wipe, and worked on my older son, explaining to him that Triple Paste was not good for eating.
Once he was cleaned up, I turned back to Quinn to finish his diaper change. He had quietly peed all over himself and his clothes, and a river of urine had crept under him all the way up his back.
My brother-in-law says that when more than one kid gangs up on you in mess-making, you’re officially a Mom. I say you’re officially a Mom once you’ve pushed one of those munchkins out in labor. But yeah, I’m officially a Mom.
Thankful for challenges? Sure! How boring life would be if there were no “full moments” to either weep over or laugh through.
I’m thankful for my munchkins and their messes. 🙂