1) Love. Dylan and the kitties have become more aware (Dylan's side) and accepting (kitty's side) of each other so we've been trying to facilitate the relationships. After all, we want all of us to live happily together.
Over the last week or so, Dylan has been learning to "pet" the cats. It's probably due more to the development of his motor skills and his ability to grasp things differently and have more control over his hand movements, but it looks like petting to us. If we put his hands (usually closed fists) to the cats' fur, he'll open his hand and then slightly close it as we rub it down the cats' backs. Since Oliver is more willing to be close to Dylan than Luci, it's normally Mr. O that gets the pet. Oliver has been very gracious to let these experiences happen and is obviously just barely tolerant of it.
Today, however, when Dylan went to pet Oliver's cheek\neck region, Oliver stretched out his face towards Dylan's hand and slightly rubbed against it as he does when he gives love. Wow! It may seem dorky, but Mike and I were really moved (a little embarrassed to admit almost to tears) by this display of affection from Oliver to our little baby. They might become good friends after all...until Dylan is able to crawl towards him and yank at his fur at least.
2) On to poop. Now this is really becoming a serious issue. How is it that a diaper, specifically created and designed to hold in pee and poop doesn't at all seem to be able to contain the latter? In an age of flat screen TVs, iPhones, GPS and other great technological feats, why can't a diaper hold in the poop of an infant?!?! We invest a good amount of money on a weekly basis for the diaper to do just that and it repeatedly is failing at its job.
Funny, yes, but it also repeatedly puts us in very messy predicaments (pun intended). When it happens out of the house, it becomes quite the two person clean up job (two are needed in order to best prevent the mess from spreading). Just think how often you see changing tables where both mom and dad can go in and access it. There are family bathrooms in Babies R Us and other large chain stores and restaurants that cater to families but that's about it. Heck, there are many places that don't have changing tables in their restrooms at all. Other than heading back out to our car (if we have it nearby), our options for changing him are pretty limited. But, I digress. Back to the problem at hand.
Today alone (and luckily these all happened at the house with all the "equipment" to make clean up easier), Dylan had 3 blowouts! We have the correct size diapers, have tried a couple of different brands and change him as soon as he's done with his business. Sometimes they're out the top of the back, sometimes out the legs and, if we're really lucky, out both of those places. That boy has some force! Is my child an anomaly? If so, is there some sort of contest we could win to make us millionaires off of his "talent"?
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