Two Funny Diaper Stories

Two of our funniest Lois experiences thus far have occurred, interestingly enough, during diaper changes. Ya never know what's gonna happen when she gets that diaper off!

The first eventful diaper change was last week when I was changing her. Just as I put that cold wipe to her little bum, she lets out a heart-wrenching, Mommy-I'm-in-pain cry. I, of course, immediately take that offensive wipe away and go into aaaah!-what's-wrong! mode, and David comes running into the room in a panic. Where he finds me laughing hysterically. Lois had her little fist in a vice grip around a whole chunk of her hair and was pulling it with all her might. (Now's a good time to mention that while laughing I was also gently prying her fingers open one at a time...I wasn't letting the poor thing just suffer through her self-inflicted pain, I promise.) The cute thing had no idea that she was the cause of her own misery. :)

Yesterday was our next funny occurrence at the changing table. First, a little background about how her room is set up. We don't have an actual changing table, per se. It's a changing pad that's curved up on the sides (like one you would find on a changing table), but it just sits on the top of the glass-topped desk we have in her room. So David was changing her diaper while I was sitting on the glider in her room. Lois was having a grand ol' time kicking her legs around without a diaper, and the changing pad is waterproof, so David was just letting her enjoy herself diaper-less for a minute. She had her head craned back and was just staring at the wall, so David flipped her around so she could crane her head back and see the rest of the room (so now her bum was facing the wall). He then noticed that the area around her bum was wet...oops. As he checking to see if the rest of her was wet, she shoots out a whole stream of pee. "Oh no!" David picks her up by her underarms, calling to me to help, as Lois is kicking her legs and splashing in the puddle collecting on the changing pad and in everything that is continuing to stream down her legs. I run over to grab her and hold her up a little more and quickly discover that yes, the pad is waterproof, but it is also slightly inclined...and all the urine was running off the side and dribbling right on to my bare feet. Meanwhile, we are doubled over with laughter, we've had to just put Lois's bum back down into the puddle, Lois is squawking, and my toes are starting to get cold. Don't you wish you could've been a fly on the wall for this one? Needless to say, Lois got her second bath of the day, and after all that excitement she slept great. :)

Oh, the adventures. :)