Wipes, A Love Story

Birdie is pictured here with two of her greatest loves of the moment: a wipe, and the multi-use pad that covers her changing pad (folded up, her left). Both were temporarily readily accessible to her in a way that had not been, as the overhaul of the bambini's room meant that the low dresser on which the changing pad rested was eliminated. Now, the changing pad is kept tucked under Clara's crib. We had been keeping the wipes and a small plastic tub with diapers and the various diaper creams the wee-est Ekkers have needed to keep their bums looking as they should. But this all changed when we happened upon Clara shortly before this picture was taken with a good many more wipes pulled out than seen here, and then some, the top of the container clearly having popped open in the frenzy allowing for great hunks of wipes to be removed and plopped on the floor. Now, the diapering supplies reside on a shelf. It's a little sad for all involved--Clara for obvious reasons, and us because of late, Clara has taken to announcing when she has pooped ("Poop! Poop!"--all very "Danger, Will Robinson!" in tone), and dashing off to make ready the supplies for changing her diaper. She would take the wipe container out, and the tub with the diapers and sundries, and then stand on the changing pad like she'd just executed a gold medal-caliber vault, before plopping down. So endearing! (When feeling her oats, she would do all of these things save plop down; instead, she'd whip the multi-use pad off the changing pad and make off like she'd robbed a bank.)

Now, she wails and attempts to roll over until she is permitted to remove one wipe from the container, which she then fondles adoringly for the remainder of the diaper change.

At least she's taken with the wipes instead of the Desitin. That could have been very messy.