Changing times

Ryan’s getting too big for his changing table, so I took it down yesterday. Changing his diaper has become a two-man job lately – one to do the dirty work and the other to entertain him – so Ryan didn’t shed any tears as I dismantled his nemesis. At one point, he applauded. Gina, on the other hand, was welling up at another sign that our baby’s growing up. I gave her a preemptive hug, even though she was sweaty from having just finished the P90. That’s love. Now we’re changing the baby on a pad on the floor.

It’s still a two-man job.