I’ve decided that leading up to Dekker’s birthday, I will dedicate each post to something I love about having him around, or just about him in general.
*Disclaimer: There will be “potty talk” in this one, so if you can’t stand the stench, get out of the…blog post…
This first one is often not true. I definitely don’t always enjoy changing diapers. No one does, I don’t think. I am, however, very thankful to have diapers! A fresh diaper can really make everything better. Our routine at home is to change Deks right before every meal, and then as needed in between. The in betweener is usually for his daily poop, if that doesn’t fit into the “before every meal” schedule. That diaper change is of course, the yuckiest one of the day. No one wants to be that close to poop. Including Dekker!! He usually fusses until I discover what’s “gone down.” But when I pick him up and carry his stinky bum to his change table in his room, he is a happy camper. Cleaning him up may leave me with oily fingers and a yucky smell in my nose, but its such a relief for him. He feels sooo much better after he’s all fresh and dry. Makes it completely worth it!
Something I also like about diaper changes are that he knows his change area very well. He’s never come close to rolling off. Not that we don’t hold him! But he knows. I could count on one hand the number of times we’ve changed him in our house where we haven’t opted for his change table. He doesn’t put up much of a fight at all. Just lays there and patiently waits, and plays. Not sure what I’m going to do with his enormous frame, as its starting to really fill that table up! But it works now anyway.
When Dekker does fight a diaper change, I sing to him. Always the same song, and it always works. I don’t know how old the song it, but its derived from “K-K-K-Katy.” I’ve changed it into “D-D-D-Dekker” but the rest is the same. He loves it, and he watches me intently while I sing it over and over, doing up his diaper and pulling the leg wings out in the meantime.
Lastly, my faaavorite diaper change is the tired diaper change. These are the ones you don’t see coming. He’ll be playing away, totally happy, and I’ll catch a whiff of something. So I’ll pick him up and take him away from all his toys to go change him. Instead of protesting, he’ll heave a big sigh, rub his eyes, and lay his head on my shoulder. My heart melts for this boy! From there, I change his diaper very gently and not very playfully. Everything is dim and quiet. Then I can wrap him up and put him down, knowing he will be comfortable and dry for his entire nap.
He is so happy.
Dekker’s sleepy contented quiet loving smile is out of this world! Who could ever doubt the love of God when you look into those beautiful peaceful baby eyes. May the Lord protect and keep you…heart and soul…little Dekker Boy! ♥♥♥
I feel the same way 🙂