Can't Hold Me Down

Caleb is such a little ball of energy. I could expound on how I knew this when I was still pregnant with him - he never stopped moving! I could give examples like last night, when Brian and I got deep in conversation for 60 seconds and Caleb made it up three stairs before I raced over to spot him. I could say that checking on him on the video monitor while he's sleeping cracks me up every time, because I never see him still. Even sitting in his high chair, he's wiggling or waving his arms or kicking his legs. I'm so grateful to have a healthy, happy baby who constantly wants to explore, but it's making one part of my life very difficult.

Diaper changes. It's not the wiggling...it's the crying. The wailing as if I am ruining his life. I realized this morning, it's not because he's hungry from just waking up. It's not because he's tired at the end of the day. The act of changing him doesn't seem to bother him. It's because he despises with the fire of a thousand suns being held down. A pacifier helps a little bit, but once he pulls it out to play with it, he remembers that he's not allowed to roll over and starts wailing again.

I knew that most kids go through a stage where they fight diaper changes, but I didn't expect it this early. Just like I didn't expect having to work on "no hit" by 9 months.

Brian's gone a business trip all weekend and frankly, I'm terrified to do all the diaper changes by myself. Caleb's working on his roundhouse skills and he's eventually going to kick me in the face, I just know it.

 

RAWR! 

Lion face in a rare moment of sitting