Something is bothering Kainoa. I’m thinking he has a little bit of a flu bug because he keeps spitting up…and I will refrain from sharing what his last few diaper changes looked like, but they haven’t been pretty.
To top it off he has a nasty little diaper rash. I wipe his bottom with damp paper towels because I think the baby wipes sting, but every time I put the diaper rash cream on him he screams like holy hell.
Laina is also having a tough morning. Someone did not get enough sleep because she just keeps crying, and by crying I mean screaming, over things like not being able to eat brownies for breakfast. You know. Stupid stuff. And she just follows me around crying while I’m trying to keep Kainoa happy and take care of the rest of the kiddies. If I threaten time-out it usually stops until the next thing sets her off again. And it doesn’t take much.
Well the third time I had to change Kainoa’s diaper he was super uncomfortable and twisting and not staying still. Laina had followed us into the living room and was now crying because the cable (that we steal) was not working and she could not watch Dora. Whatever. Get over yourself right!?!
Well then she found this obnoxious whistle. I’m changing Kainoa’s diaper and it must really hurt because he’s SCREAMING. Then Laina stops crying for just a moment to blow the whistle and wa-la. Kainoa stops crying too.
Then Laina stops blowing and Kainoa starts crying again. The whole time I’m trying to change his diaper, which is nasty, as fast as I can and every time Laina blows the whistle Kainoa is happy. But she stops blowing it and he screams and twists and turns.
Me: Can you blow the whistle again please??
Laina: (No answer.)
Kainoa: Waaaaaaaaaahhh.
Me: Laina! Will you blow the whistle please?
Laina: (I get nothing.)
Kainoa: WAAAAAH! WAAAAAAH!
Me: Blow the whistle!
Laina: Nothing. Blank stare.
Kainoa: WAHWAHWAHWAHAWWAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWHA!!!!!!
Me: (frantic) Blow the whistle Laina!! What’s wrong with you!?!! BLOW THE WHISTLE!!!
I managed to change his diaper with no help from her. Maybe I’ll spit in her brownie later. Ok that’s gross.
But guess what? I’ve got that mother freaking whistle in my back pocket and the next time Kainoa needs his diaper changed he’s going to have a good freaking time!