Anyhoo, diaper changes continue to be a complete pain in the ass. The crying, screaming, kicking, trying to launch one's entire body off the changing pad continues. Trying to change V's diaper is like trying to put a diaper on a grasshopper. I can't wait till our 14 hour plane ride to Korea on Tuesday. I would just like to tie a giant garbage bag around her waist to avoid the inevitable blowouts.
The other day I got as far as taking off the old diaper and putting a new one on, but she would not let me put her clothes back on. The screaming was ferocious, and could only be stopped by a mum-mum, AKA baby crack.
Today I learned that I will always get my way by screaming. Score.
Already I am teaching V to create a connection between happiness and snack food. Awesome parenting!
But really, all of the things you swore you would never do as a parent before you were a parent will all come to pass. You will learn to compromise your beliefs and values for the sake of some peace and quiet. Because your eardrums cannot take that kind of chronic abuse and sometimes, you really need to poo and only the television will hold her into a zombie gaze for long enough to take care of that business.
Actually I just took a poo in the bathroom while playing peekaboo with V in the living room. So only a slight compromise of my dignity today.
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