Arching Nemesis
Okay, who taught my son to arch his back? Every nappy change is now a mighty struggle as Mr Flexible waits until I’m just about to stick those tabs down and then he starts with his best Chinese gymnast impersonation. I swear that today he was copying a pose from one of his mama’s yoga books. And for those of you who want to tell me he doesn’t know what he’s doing, just come and check out the cheeky smile as he does it.
On another front the poor lad has the standard baby complaint - an ear infection. After an hours wait and being poked in the ear by, what he thought, was a horrid lady (but who I liked, probably ’cause she wasn’t poking me in an infected ear) we walked out with a prescription for some medicine for making Good Ears Not Bad Ears and we’ll hopefully all be happy soon.
June 6th, 2006 at 10:50 pm
Does he roll over and crawl away bare-assed? I spent half an hour this weekend trying to change Fred’s nappy. The little shit kept flipping over and making off with the goods.
June 7th, 2006 at 3:08 pm
I’ve found that at that particular moment you ought to introduce something like a crystal vase, the only remote control in the house, or a Fabergé egg - he won’t be able to help himself. “Oooh, shiny,” thinks he as turns it over and over in his hands, while you quickly whip the poo catchers on. Then you spend a couple of minutes wrestling it offa him.