I would say that in these early days of Owen’s life, Kate has dealt with most of the difficult tasks. I really can’t complain too much, because A. there is less I can do right now for Owen, and B. He is a remarkably cooperative (read: sleepy) baby. But since I can’t take over a lot of the other responsibilities I am trying to do what I can. Running errands, cleaning the house, walking Schnitzel, etc. I also have taken over most of the diaper duty, which turns out to be much easier than I had imagined. I know as he gets more and more squirmy changing diapers will get harder, but I find it’s kind of like a little puzzle, and I enjoy the challenge of seeing how quickly and efficiently I can get him changed. And I know that I am tempting fate by saying this, but I have yet to get hit by a stream of pee during a changing. Kate has, but maybe Owen knows to hold it in when I am changing him. Good boy.
But what I find to be the hardest, most aggravating part of caring for a baby, is changing his stupid clothes. I mean really. There has got to be a better solution then the current crop of onesies and sleepers. I can’t quite imagine what the ideal solution would be, but I know this ain’t it. The onesies, for the most part, are okay to put on, but I constantly think I am going to strangle the poor child while putting it over his. This morning I think I pressed harder than I am supposed to on his soft spot while trying to get the damn thing over his head. But at least the onesies just snap below his bottom and have short sleeves.
But don’t get me started on the sleepers. These are a nightmare to put on a fidgety little child. We have 2 varieties. One has snaps, which run down both legs, and the other zips, but only down one leg. I am not sure which I hate more. Every time I try to get him in his jammies, his legs immediately come tucked right into his body and I worry that I am going to break his little legs trying to extend them into the sleeper. Then he flexes his foot in a locked position making it impossible to navigate down the leg hole and into the built in bootie. Every time I go to put his arms in the long-sleeve sleeper his little hands disappear in the long sleeves and I worry that I am going to snap one of his fingers trying to get them out the arm hole. And to top it off, it seems that every night when it’s time to get into his sleeper, it is when he is at his fussiest. I honestly think that someone could make millions if they came up with a new system for these baby clothes. Believe me, I am working on it.
In the meantime, I think we should just let Owen be naked all the time. People who know me know that that is how I would prefer to be most of the time.