little terror
We headed to Compasspoint for an afternoon chillout with Lynda. We settled down at Starbucks, by the windows, in the comfy sofas. Whereby Jayden promptly went to make friends with whoever was walking by outside. He walked around the little coffee joint as if it was his own territory, waving, shaking his head and blowing small kisses. Heh.
Everything was fine until it came to diaper changing time. In Lynda’s own words, “I’d settle for changing kitty litter”. Haha.
Yes he struggled big time. Crying like there was no tomorrow. So bad until he scared the other occupant in the baby room who promptly joined in the chorus. Gah. Big tears rolled down his cheeks, red eyed wimpy look, all ready for a hug. The minute you release him, he flips over and sits staring at you… almost as if to ask what the fuss was all about.
gosh! i love the part about “he flips over and sits staring at you… almost as if to ask what the fuss was all about.” smart boy!
yeah what’s up with the diaper changing??!! they used to just lie there and let us do what we pleased! Now it’s like going to war a la cirque du soleil style, what with all the jumping and flipping and rolling away, every time we need to change just one lousy diaper! what’s up man!!!
you too?! I always have added sound effects. Its a clean diaper we are placing on the bump somemore…