Couldn't even get to the lemonade part.
When it was time to change T2 out of his diaper, tears started. When I asked if he wanted to run around naked, an even more dramatic reaction. No way. More tears. I want thaaaaat!!!, pointing to the diapers.
This I was NOT prepared for. How do you argue with that? I could have cold-stone refused him, hid the diapers and MADE him be naked. I just couldn't do it. Not yet. Too many tears. So then I tried to get just a pull-up on him, figuring this at least would be easier to remove to sit on the potty and put back on.
Nope. I want thaaaaaat!!!
I finally put a diaper back on him and then he wanted the pull-up on. So that's what I did, figuring that I wouldn't have change him for the next 48 hours considering all of the absorbing toxic chemicals he had wrapped around his mid-section. Either that, or he'd lose feeling in his legs from all of the elastic on his waist.
Now today is cold (49 degrees) and rainy, so running around naked doesn't sound good to me, but big brother Casey was over visiting and able to distract him enough to put on JUST a pull-up today. That's progress. We'll get there. I hope.
