all diaper changes happened with Mal on his belly playing in the sink
In my fave baby book, Baby Love by Maud Bryt, the author's nana recommends diaper changes in the sink when the bebe is wee enough to fit over your forearm. Drape baby with head at your elbow and bum at your hand...then tuck that bum right under the faucet flow. According to her, much faster and cleaner than using wipes. Plus, extra added bonus of no chemical application. Therefore, again according to her, less diaper rash.
I just love that imagery. But I'm guessing this technique only works for the first few months. Squirmy toddler over the forearm? Not happening.
EVERYONE should corset. It's fun!
Boys too?
Wait, the guy from Rocky Horror wore a corset, right?
Many guys wear corsets, and not necessarily as drag/crossdressing, either.
And -- HOTT.
I'm trying to imagine Joe in a corset, and I just keep seeing stripey tights.
I look at my belly and realize I probably need a corset. Or at least a girdle.
Wow, it's like I can picture it in my head and...oh, right.
Drape baby with head at your elbow and bum at your hand...then tuck that bum right under the faucet flow.
This was the technique my midwife taught me, but even as a newborn the only sink Mal could fit into was the kitchen sink.
Many guys wear corsets, and not necessarily as drag/crossdressing, either.
William Shatner, for example.
OK, this is a first - William Shatner used to encourage someone!
I have no diapering advice. I'm sick of diapering. Sara better get potty-trained soon or I may go on strike. Thankfully, I've terrorized her into behaving while we change her, because that's just the kind of mom I am.
In glass-in-my-toe news, I actually had glass in my toe! For once, a self-diagnosis that wasn't complete bullshit. Went to the podiatrist, and he took care of the whole thing in about fifteen minutes. The worst part was the shots he gave me to numb my toe. They hurt like a motherfucker.
