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.

Amy, I'm glad he got it out. Did he give you an antibiotic or anything?

Aha! My doctor plan prevailed after all!!!

Antibiotic cream. I limped into the pharmacy with my numb toe and dropped it off -- Stephen's going to pick it up. And I have to go back in two weeks to have him check how it healed.

The numbness is wearing off, but where he gave me the shots is beginning to get sore. Bleh.

Sara was so good, though -- she came with, and totally turned on the charm. And he's excellent with kids -- he kept telling her hold my hand, and asking her about her Polly Pocket and the Goldfish she was munching on. And when he told her she'd better drive him, she laughed and laughed -- "You so funny, Doc!" She actually called him Doc, which cracked me up.

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.

The only image I have in my head is that baby poop is often the consistency of peanut butter. The wipes are pretty much necessary to get rid of the stuff clinging to the behind. The thought getting that in any sink in my house makes me ill, considering I prepare food near one sink and brush my teeth near the other one. Clothes that are victim of diaper failure are rinsed in the laundry sink or the bathtub. Also, once a baby is over 10-12lbs and squirmy, it seems impossible--unless you've got Popeye forearms.

Amy, glad you got it out. Hope the toe is on the mend.

You're supposed to change diapers?????

Fuck.

Change them into what?