May 1, 2011

Sunday:

While Ruth went to meetings and appointments, Annabelle, Liam and I stayed home and played. Annabelle wants to crawl backward. Her favorite part is to get stuck under the couch, coffee table, and her crib bars and make shrill screeching noises. She must do it for attention. We watched a few episodes of X-Files; Annabelle will certainly be the only member of this household that likes to watch TV as much as I do. After nap, Annabelle had a big soiled diaper. I am getting used to changing a soiled cloth diaper. It is painful. The convenience of the disposable diaper in the event of a bowel movement is never lost on me when I change a cloth diaper. There is the diaper, which gets dirty, then I have to put it in a place that is not the trash, which is difficult for me to process. There is a liner, which is supposed to be disposable with the cargo. It is, but looks like a dryer sheet. Then of course there are the wipes. I always have to use 4-5, convinced that there are remnants that may not be completely visible to me, but that must be gotten. All the while, I have to step out of the room to flush the liner and the package, throw the wipes in the trashcan, and place the soiled diaper in the diaper pail. By the time I make it back to Annabelle's room, she is tangled in the crib and making squeaking noises. Liam of course just looks on with a placid gaze at his dad half way having an anxiety attack before he says glibly, 'Dad scared of Annbelle's diaper.' Annabelle decides that it is hilarious that I make such a production of changing her diaper and tells me she wants milk. She enjoyed the hummingbird finger puppet too; she wanted to eat it more than anything. She will be crawling soon. I tried to convince her yesterday that she could, but defied me by rolling over and deciding that it was more entertaining to play with the creepy blue bilingual toe-breaking creature.