next time...please don't change your own diaper!

OK…it’s official. After 2 ½ years, I have now officially been christened into the Daddy club. Kyra has, for the most part, been a pretty easy child. At least that’s what everyone tells me. But yesterday, I put her down for her “rest time” (it can no longer be called a nap) and she just wasn’t going to sleep. After awhile her whines turned into sad whimpering and occasionally, “Daddy…help.” So I went upstairs to find…
Kyra, no clothes, lying on her comforter with the remains of her diaper all over herself and everything else. I won’t go into graphic detail…let’s just say it was nasty! I of course, was home alone, so I couldn’t call for backup. Normally I would probably have been mad at her, but she looked so sad. Through her whimpering, I think I gathered that she was trying to change her own diaper. Nice idea; but I guess it didn’t quite work. I think Angela and I take this as a sign that it’s time for her go potty like a big girl. I managed to pick her up and get her in the tub (no easy task) and get her cleaned off. The whole time, she just looked at me with those eyes, "I wuv you, daddy" she would say. I'm sure there was a bit of manipulation going on, but man, I just couldn't be mad. We had a good time in the bath and laughed. She promised she woudn't change her own diaper again.

Ah…isn’t parenthood grand! :-)