The other night at about midnight, I had the opportunity to change baby k's diaper. For anyone who has not had the chance to do this, you are really not missing out on anything. I had previously changed one diaper so you would thing I would have this process down. (me and scrat have a deal, I pick up the dog poop and she changes the baby diapers.) Well the previous diaper I changed was during the day and it wasn't to bad. Well, this time it was completely different...baby k was very very awry, tired, hungry...all with a dirty diaper. At first, under the dimly lit night light, everything seemed to be going fine. I got the messy diaper almost off, then baby k started to rebel...kicking and screaming like a baby possessed. I couldn't keep a hold of her. She was kicking the old diaper, kicking the new diaper. It was making a mess EVERYWHERE. Scratz offered to help but by dammit, I was bound and determined to accomplish this diaper change. I was finally able to get the old diaper out of the way of the flailing feet. Just as I think I start to have everything under control, I reached for the baby powered...which I assumed was already open...and nothing came out. Trying to hold the baby's feet, while turning the top of a baby power bottle (in the dark) is a disaster in the making. Without going into all the details, in that 5 minute period I swore off changing any diapers or having any other children as long I live (or until scratz tricks me again)
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