One of these days I am going to mistake Brielle for a calf and tie her ankles to her wrists. When it's time for a diaper change I feel like I have entered the rodeo arena and my event is steer wrestling. I literally have to use my whole forearm to hold her chest down so that she cant flip over to her stomach. If she breaks through the hold and gets onto her stomach I will try to wipe her booty but she tightens her butt cheeks so tight I cant get in and clean her crack.
If I try to tell her no she looks at me and laughs. It can be very annoying, but I think it's more funny than it is annoying. If I took the frustrated route at every diaper change I would never be happy, so I guess I have to embrace the silliness of a busy child and applaud her independence and curiosity.
I love you Brielle, but if I find some rope laying around the house, watch out, you might get hobbled.
(This might be too many hill billy references for my city friends...oh well...google it...LOL)
If I try to tell her no she looks at me and laughs. It can be very annoying, but I think it's more funny than it is annoying. If I took the frustrated route at every diaper change I would never be happy, so I guess I have to embrace the silliness of a busy child and applaud her independence and curiosity.
I love you Brielle, but if I find some rope laying around the house, watch out, you might get hobbled.
(This might be too many hill billy references for my city friends...oh well...google it...LOL)
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