Now that Dorothy is crawling quickly and easily, many baby care tasks have gotten more challenging.
Tonight, I was dressing her for bed after her bath. Tom had helped me get a diaper on her (currently a process requiring at least two adults), and gone off to shave. I got a set of pajamas out of her drawers, by which time she was crawling down the hall following Daddy to our bedroom. I caught up with her in the bedroom, and managed to get the pajamas around her neck while she was frozen, staring at the unfamiliar sight of Tom in the bathroom with shaving cream on his face. I then managed to sit her in my lap long enough to get one arm through a sleeve and the other more or less aimed in the right direction, so she poked her arm through the sleeve when she squirmed away and started crawling again over to Tom in the bathroom. I chased her on my hands and knees, trying to snap the snaps at the crotch of her jammies while she crawled away as fast as she could.
Tom was regretting not having a video camera to record the scene. I finally managed to corner her in front of the shower long enough to get the last snap. Doing the buttons at her neck while she was crawling proved to be almost impossible, but she did consent to writhe in my lap for ten or fifteen seconds while I finished them, and then headed back to Daddy to see if he would help her walk.
I'm trying now to remember why we were so anxious for her to start crawling....
Posted by Elizabeth Nugent at January 30, 2005 08:52 PM