Baby Dirt has diaper rash. The poor little guy. I feel bad for him. I have been putting ointment on it, and have even done a baking soda bath for him as well, but its still lingering. Hurricane likes to “help” me. He’ll go get me a new diaper, medicine, and even wants to help apply the medicine… (its messy, but messier if I don’t let him help).
Yesterday while changing baby Dirt’s diaper Hurricane felt like he needed to help me. I was at my mother-in-laws home, and was of course trying to change it discretely. That didn’t happen. Hurricane pointed to the baby’s bottom and proceeded to tell his “Dam-ma” about the diaper rash.
H: “Dam-ma, baby have owie”
Grandma: “oh yep, he does”
H: “Baby sit in straw-berrs”
Grandma: “he sat in strawberries?”
H: “yeah, he sat in straw-berrs, got owie on his bottom”
Such as sweet conversation between a little boy and his grandmother. AND of course, a very creative explanation for diaper rash.. Oh the things our kids do and say!