Wednesday, August 10, 2011

No!


I was cleaning out the diaper genie and Demon ran by with a stinky diaper. So I told him we had to change it.

He says, "no."

I take the trash bag in his room and lay the towel on his bed (that's how we do his diapers) and tell him he needs to come lie on Mr Boat. (The towel has a boat on it)

He says, "no."

10 minutes into this argument Bug starts wailing. I tell him he has to get in his room and lie down so we can change his diaper because I have to feed Bug.

He says, "no."

I tell him if he makes me get up and come PUT him in his room he's staying in there by himself while I feed Bug.

He says, "no,"

I tell him he has until the count of 3 before I get up and then he's sitting in his room by himself.

He says, "no."

"1"
"No"
"2"
"No"
"3"
"No"

So I get up, pick his stinky butt up and put him in his room and go get Bug. He cries, "Mama! Mama."

I said, "are you ready to have your diaper changed?"

He says, "no"

So i feed Bug, and I wrestle Bug and I put Bug down for a nap. I have to walk by his room to do this. I ask if he's ready to have his diaper changed.

He says, "no. Lie down. Sleeping."

So the stubborn booger has decided he's going to BED at 4pm instead of letting me change his diaper that's full of poop.
He stayed in his room, from all appearances, happily playing, for an hour and a half until my husband got home from work. Then he let my husband change him. 
Sometimes I feel like I live in a deranged Dr. Seuss book. 
“You cannot change my poop today
You cannot clean my butt, no way!
I will not let you in a house
I will not let you for a mouse
I do not like clean diapers mom
I do not want to put one on.”

Monday, August 8, 2011

Oh look!

You ever have those days? You know the ones. The, "oh, hey, look, fossilized cheese! Awesome" days.  Come on now, you know you do.