Changing Boden's diapers these days is like catching a greased pig at the County Fair--nearly impossible and quite a spectacle. I don't change him on the changing table because I'm convinced he's going to spin off. He's like the Tazmanian devil (the cartoon, not the real thing)--he spins and twists to reach for anything/nothing (grunting and babbling all the while). I wish I had a video of me changing his diaper this evening--he was standing up, then sitting down, then laying down, then crawling away; meanwhile the diaper was completely off, then just hanging on him without the tabs open, then half of it was on, but one li'l cheek was hanging out, then there was butt paste all over me and his foot, then I finally got the other diaper tab on...uh, it was exhausting--and I laughed my way through it :)
Picture: This weekend, Boden got his first dip in the lake. Todd found a little infant raft (with a canopy, yea!). He screamed at first, but got the hang of it. Boden floated, Todd sat in the water with him and Sloan swam around them chasing the sun fish.
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