Giving Thanks

Daniel is still in the early stages of potty training, so I still get to enjoy all the thrills of diaper changes.  Thursday he did an incognito poo in his diaper either right before or at the very beginning of a 2.5-hour romp at the playground, which of course I didn't notice, so he started to get diaper rash.  Friday morning he greeted me with a not-so-incognito big load, walking like a saddle-sore cowboy.  Whenever I tried to clean him up, I had to deal with the usual sore-bum evasive maneuvers amid protests of pain.

This morning I walked in and saw that he had another big load (how does such a small body create so much waste?) and I carried on with what must be done.  I was very surprised, however, as I started cleanup on aisle 1, when he said, "Mommy?  Thank you for cleaning my bum."  There's a first!  He stayed remarkably still while I wiped him up.  That poor diaper rash even started bleeding a bit in one spot.  He calmly reminded me to put medicine (Desitin) on his bum, which I'm told stings, and after I finished, he gave me a big hug and said, "Mommy, thank you for feeling me better."

I'm so thankful to have such sweet boys!