aka, my son. As Ethan gets older, I'm quickly learning that with increased mobility comes increased challenges to mama. In our case, this is especially apparent on the changing table, where Ethan likes to make once simple tasks, like getting him dressed, or changing his diaper, into Olympic events, complete with punches, kicks, twists, turns, and any other physical motions he feels like throwing in there. He grabs my sweater and puts it in his mouth, he swipes the Desitin and tosses it to the floor, he knocks down anything within reach..it's crazy! When he really gets going, he's like a bucking bronco! And I've tried to hold him down, but until I can become a literal octo-mom, as in I actually have eight arms, resistance appears to be futile! So for now I guess I'll just laugh and enjoy the show. :-)
By the way, this clip is just a small snippet of his usual shenanigans...but you'll get the drift! Oh, and please pardon the stuffy nose- I am battling a gnarly sinus infection (yet again...)
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