The Magical Changing Table

You know how babies always have their "thing"? Example, Jason's cousins Enid and Robbie, who live in NYC and have two boys, told us once that the only way to get Lorenzo to sleep was to put him in his carseat, rock him on the coffee table and turn on a hairdryer. Funny!

Well Ian's thing is the diaper changing table, which we've moved into the bedroom and keep near the windows. He loves it! Actually it's the sun coming through the blinds that mesmerizes him. I lay him down and he immediately turns his head and stares and stares. He smiles and giggles and makes noises that sound like talking. It's incredible! I have left him happily on the table for up to 30 minutes. Of course I stay nearby b/c of the falling hazard.

I wonder what his next "thing" will be...

Sheets of Fury

The other night my mom stayed over to give Jason a good nights' rest and help me out throughout the night with diapers, rocking, etc. It was an incredibly explosive evening.

First, projectile vomiting. I mean, Ian would have made Linda Blair (The Exorcist) proud. It was all over the sheets and my pillow, not to mention my face! Blech. We put a towel over the vomit and I switched pillows. No way were we changing the sheets at 3am!

Then, after all three of us finally drifted off for a couple hours, my arm started feeling reeeeally warm. Yup, the baby had whizzed all over my arm and the vomitty sheets. Cue towel #2 over the peed part of the sheet.

Finally, the sun came up and I was nursing Ian for the 3rd time that night/early morning. He pooped, which is very common during a feeding. It's an input-output gastrointestinal type thing. So I thought nothing of it until I lifted him up to burp him and noticed that his poop had exploded out the top of his diaper, onto my pj pants and....yup, on the same nasty sheet.

My mom and I finally agreed it was time to wash the sheets. They had become quite the bio-hazard!

Miracle Octopus

Auntie Jen gave Ian a Baby Einstein octopus toy that plays music and tells colors in English, Spanish and French. Squeeze his head and he plays fun, carnival-style tunes; squeeze his tentacles and he tells the colors.

This octopus has become Ian's miracle distraction on the changing table. Before he can begin to fuss, I squeeze the head and Ian just stares and stares, allowing me to wipe, clean, airdry and diaper my little one with ease!

Cloth Diapers - Hurrah!

Jason and I are loving the cloth diapers we got Ian. His butt rash cleared right up when we switched to cloth yesterday afternoon and he's less fussy when he makes a boom-boom in the cloth as compared with the disposable.

And they really aren't that hard to clean up. We have a spray nozzle that attaches to the comode that we use to hose off the solid stuff. Then, we just dump the cloth diapers into the wash and presto! Super easy. And so much better for the environment and Ian's bum.

Right now he's asleep in the swing. That should last about 3 minutes.