Diaper Disaster

Diaper DisasterDaniel and Anya have very similar personality traits. For example, when they start on something, they HAVE to finish it. It's a good trait and a sign of a good work ethic, however, last night was an extreme clash between my loves!




Daniel needed to change Anya's diaper and set his mind to do so. Anya wanted to play with my wallet (and I'm surprised my debit and credit card are missing...), then take a bath. Daniel put her on the changing table WITHOUT the wallet, not realizing she was very VERY busy with it. I was talking to a friend in the living room and listened as the situation deteriorated from bad to worse.



Evidently, Daniel was determined to put that diaper on. Anya, however, was determined to either play with the stupid wallet or take a bath. Either way, apparently both options required complete nudity. When I say that kid is strong, I mean it takes both of us using most of our body weight to hold her in place when necessary...such as the last time she had shots.



Anyway, after a few minutes of a screaming, defiant little toddler who refused to wear clothing and had, by this point, reached a tantrum level wherein absolutely nothing could make her stop except quiet time in the crib. (I use the word, "quiet" loosely.) Daniel called for help, and I came in to find both of them completely frustrated with one another. I picked up the kid to try to help her calm down, but every time she heard Daniel's voice or looked at him, she'd start her tantrum all over again!



Eventually they both got what they set out to do: Daniel got the diaper on, and Anya got to take a bath...in that order within 15 minutes of each event happening.



After her bath, I talked to Anya about what a nice Daddy she has to change her diapers and always get her ready for bed. Then I talked to her about how it wasn't nice to have a tantrum for Daddy. I told her that she needed to give Daddy a hug and a kiss to say sorry. In all of this, I do realize she's one, and most of this discussion was for our benefit as parents. I took her out into the living room where here Daddy now was, and she jumped into his arms and proceeded to give him lots of kisses and love-rubs. Daniel said he was sorry too, and after the fact we had to look back and laugh since with this personality trait they share, it was essentially Daniel vs. Daniel.



Sometimes I wonder why we're working on this foster/adoption thing as zealously as we are...