Babies cry whenever they wet themselves or when they've soiled their diapers. It's a normal behaviour for babies. Unfortunately for us, Jesse is anything but normal.
For some reason, these days, whenever he's taken a poop, he's the best behaved baby in the whole world. He'd be good-natured, quiet and he'd be smiling from ear to ear at the slightest thing. Save for the smell of shit, he'd be all adorable and cute. We can't quite figure it out. Maybe the feeling of a nice steaming pile of turn on your ass is more comforting than we give it credit for. Heh!
So here's the dilemma: The kid is the best little baby in the world, but he's got poop on his ass. Do we leave the poop there and continue to enjoy our wonderful baby? Or do we behave like responsible parents, clean him up and take our chances with his ensuing behaviour? Despite the temptation, we change him. And that's when all hell breaks loose.
He'll scream at the top of his lungs at the most grating decible. He'll thresh about, trying to turn onto his belly. He'll kick like a wild stallion. And in this state, he's impossible to pacify. And as if that didn't sucked enough, we'd have to contend with flying shit. *sigh* It pisses me off no end! And since this has got to do with his bowel movements, it's pretty much a daily affair. Things were much simpler in the early days.
Some days I have this fantasy where I grab a pile of his doody and smear it all over his face. "Eat this, boy!" That ought to shut him up good. Hahhahah....
Shit. I think I need therapy.