Yes, it's a poop post. Ye Be Warned.
I'm just wondering...how is it that my kid can take a simple act - like changing a diaper - and turn it into a triathlon?
When he sees me coming with a fresh diaper and wipes, he takes off running in the other direction like an olympic athlete. NO, CRAZY LADY! I WOULD RATHER WALLOW IN MY OWN EXCREMENT THAN HAVE THAT CLEAN DIAPER GRACE MY BOTTOM! He seems to think that I'm about to torture him somehow, like stick bamboo shoots up his fingernails or something. It's like trying to catch a greased pig. Once I finally get him pinned down and get the old diaper off, it's a race to wipe his little butt fast enough so he doesn't fling poop everywhere.
I know, you're SO JEALOUS you aren't me.