Last night after Tate's bath, Rhyle asked if he could put Tate's pajamas on him. (The big boys have enjoyed dressing Tate in the mornings lately when I have his clothes laid out.) I decided that this would be okay, freeing me up to check on Livia downstairs. Tate had already gone potty, so I figured the worst that could happen would be Rhyle hurting Tate in his attempt to dress him, but that was unlikely. I was curious about what could happen, so I put the pajamas and diaper on the floor, bid them adieu, and closed the door (so naked Tate couldn't walk out).
A short while later, Braden went upstairs to check the progress. When he got to the door he heard knocking from the other side. It was Tate. As Braden opened the door, Rhyle exclaimed, "Dad! I'm glad you're here. I'm trying to get Tate dressed, but I can't CATCH him!"
Sure enough, when Braden put Tate down on the floor with the diaper he was still. When Rhyle approached with the jammies Tate grinned and kicked his foot at Rhyle, then quickly rolled over and trotted away. Really, when you watch a naked baby trotting, it's quite funny- except when you are trying to dress him, of course.
I hope this doesn't permanently discourage Rhyle (and I don't think it did); I am still excited by the prospect of a little more help with one more thing. (And if it takes longer and occupies them both- without injury- that's even better.)
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I LOL'd :) that had to be too funny to watch!
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