One of the saddest ordeals with babies is the inevitable diaper rash. I have worked tirelessly to avoid this painful occurrence, but every once in a while my success streak is broken with a rough outbreak of the red tush.
So is the case with my son recently. I'm not sure which one of us has cried more over the matter. Desitin flows freely, and the air is tainted with the ever-present scent of baby powder. My heart breaks because I can't wash his pain away with one of his Pampers baby wipes.
While his rash is getting better, it's not improving fast enough for me. My attempt to fix his poor butt faster inspired me to leave Maximus's tushie free from diapers today (for as long as I can handle it!) Hailley, my two-year old, and I chose a nice warm long sleeve shirt for him and let the rest hang free (if you are picking up what I'm putting down here).
Hailley was quite amused by Max's attire. She kept repeating, "Look at his butt Mom! Look at his butt!" Yes dear, it is indeed a butt. Rare thing in these here parts. All parents know though that when it comes to conversing with a toddler, especially one that talks all day long, one of the best responses to remarks such as these is "Yes dear". Keep it simple and save yourself from having a ten minute conversation about cheese or something when you could have been finishing your chores early. I continue picking up the baby room as I mumble yes dears to Hailley.
Finally I catch the comment I was waiting for. I hear my daughter say "awwww, look at his little tail!"
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