The clean diaper goes under the dirty diaper. I am ready to see the damage. Dang. Number 2. A Number 2 requires back up. I call out for daddy as I snap three diaper wipes out of the warmer. The action draws the baby’s attention to the box and he reaches above him to grab it, his entire body twisting around as he does so.
I drop the wipes and proceed to straighten him and the still clean diaper into alignment.
I undo the Velcro strips and remove the dirty diaper one-handed, vigilante where baby’s hands are, and more importantly, where they are going. If one hand touches his wee-wee or below, it is automatic disqualification.
Still holding both feet in my right hand, I lean forward, using my forearms to block is wandering hands and pin him to the table. He does a fake roll to the right and then the left.
Where is my back up?
The diaper wipes? Where did they go? As I locate them, back up arrives. Finally.
Daddy pins the upper half to the table, sort of. The upper half is doing a rocking to the music motion in opposite rhythm to the bottom half. A moving target, but I am practiced. I get the job done. The dirty diaper in the Genie in record time, but is it quick enough?
I rush to pour the active little body back into his shorts. The show isn’t over until the clothes are back in place.
Time. 2 minutes, 45 seconds. Not good enough, but I gave it all I had.
