Diaper Duty

How interesting could a post titled 'Diaper Duty' be? Not so if you ask me, but being that it is 11:00pm on a Wednesday night, I have a newly turned 2 year old a 5 month old and I watch another 5 month old what else is on my mind other then the countless changes I do in a day. My days are plagued with diapers. Some dirty and some not. My baby girl just recently learned to roll over making diaper changes a little harder but the king of imposible diaper changes would be my toddler son. Here's how a typical change goes during the day:
First I get the whiff of a not so sweet essence
Next I smell each hiney in the house (only the ones 2 and under by the way) to find out who made such a foul stench
Usually it happens to be the last one to be sniffed and unfortuatley if its around 9ish am its my toddler (you can time his 'droppings' by the minute)
Then I chase him around the house...he's quite the escape artist and has mastered Hide in Seek
Once he's found and thrown (let me rephrase...gently laid down)on to the changing table I use one hand to hold his left foot, one for the right, one each for his hands, and one to wipe (wait that's 5 hands...that can't be right!) Unless you have kids you wouldn't understand how to hold a wiggling, screaming toddler down while wiping and changing anyways but it would make things a HELL of alot easier if I did have 5 hands.
Usually I get poop on clothes or the changing pad or most likely my hands so I rush to the bathroom to wash them. If my husband were doing the honers and the stinkiness were to get on his hands we would have an all out gag fest. With little man making fake gags to in return make his dad gag even more.
That's the shorthand version of a diaper change! Not much of a blog for tonight but i think it will do and really sets the mood for my future writings!