I am becoming terrified of what we have in store for us. We have had another episode of a flying baby.
Fearless I tell you!
If you missed Episode 1 you can find it here.
D was home alone and changing Little G. All was normal in the house of Saffo, or so we thought. D was slightly, just barely to the right of Little G. So maybe down by his knees and toes, getting the Zantac into the syringe. We do this everyday.
Well not anymore!
Out of nowhere. There was no wiggling or indication that this might happen. Little G Kamikaze style, rapid fire rolled of the changer. D dropped the Zantac bottle and managed to catch Little G in a football hold.
We might have to move him to the floor for changes but that is infinitesimally more difficult. Remember the octopus story?