Twist & Shout

***DISCLAIMER: DAWN OF THE DAD WILL NOT BE HELP RESPONSIBLE IF THE FOLLOWING POST TURNS YOU OFF FROM EVER WANTING TO HAVE CHILDREN***

It is freakin' adorable the way babies get more and more mobile as the weeks go by. Rolling over, crawling, pulling up. It's pretty mind blowing that they just do it all on their own.

My parents love to say, "Oh boy! You'll have to watch out now," or "Oh boy! Life sure will change for you once the baby is able to move around more."

I guess it's sort of true. But since Baby J started moving around more, the most dramatic thing to change for us has been diaper time.

She flexes and spins on changing table now like a champion breakdancer. I try desperately to hold her, juggle the diapers, wipes, and butt salve while she's doing b-boy moves. Usually, it's manageable but yesterday she had a blowout unlike anything I've ever seen before. And, as I tried to conquer the poopy diaper to end all poopy diapers, she decided she was going to execute a half-gainer with a double twist, Greg Louganis style.

Somehow, I kept it under control but Baby J wasn't shy about sharing her displeasure that I was cramping her style.

It's no wonder kids don't want to potty train. Diaper dancing is something we only get to experience while we're babies.

Listening To: For All I Care by The Bad Plus