My daughter absolutely hates diaper changes. The minute she hits the changing table, she somehow dislodges her spine and breaks out her jellyfish belly flop skills to flip over and stand up. Multiple times. Or she turns into Stretch Armstrong to snatch the diaper in half a nanosecond. You can imagine the results of that move.
I had no idea until tonight exactly why she is in such agony. It seems she is a nudist. While I attempted to change her on the floor (to lessen the opportunity to swan dive from a 3-foot height), she wriggled away from me and danced – nay, jigged – around the house in her exposed baby skin. I would have the say the look on her face – utter delight.
In other news, Chris has begun researching convent schools in northern Montana.