Changing diapers is always a treat, truly my favorite part of the day. About a week ago Connor developed a small rash on his butt. So now we've made the joyful act of cleaning pee and poop even better by including a butt paste that must be smeared on to each cheek before frantically locking that diaper back on.
Here's the crazy part:
The process now includes, and this is just after putting the butt paste on, putting your (read: my) face about three inches from his butt and blowing to dry everything off. This puts you directly into the line of fire (two lines of fire depending on how you look at it) for about ten unnerving seconds. What won't we do in the name of love???
And I do not use the "pee-pee-tee-pee." I am living dangerously.
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