Andrew Ditches Diaper
Friday, September 3rd, 2004Today is Friday, September 03, 2004
The moment that I stepped in the door Wednesday evening, Andrew ran to greet me. Granted, he was in his walker. He wasn’t in anything else, though, except a diaper. I think that he had spit up on his clothes. His mama had removed them but not found time to dress him with clean clothes. So there he was to greet me. I kissed him and moved into the kitchen to kiss his mama who was making dinner. Andrew navigated the walker into the kitchen where he made it apparent that he wanted me to pick him up. I gladly complied while listening to Mama’s account of the day.
Upon grasping Andrew under the arms, lifting him to my level, and holding him against me, I became strangely aware that I was holding a slightly smaller package than expected. There was Andrew in my arms, sans diaper! The diaper, which had followed him during only part of his upward journey from the walker, now lay on the floor.
There is only one thing to do with a nine-month-old freed of his diaper. After recovering from my state of befuddlement, I retrieved the (wet) diaper from the floor and carried it and my birthday-suit boy to the changing table.
All the while, Mama laughed hysterically. She surmised that Andrew must have undone the Velcro straps of his cloth diaper cover. We often forgo diaper pins and allow the diaper cover to hold the whole assembly together. You can be sure that I diapered and dressed Andrew to restrict him from fiddling with his diaper.
