danger zone

When changing a diaper there’s always a moment when disaster can strike -- when the old diaper is removed and the new diaper is replaced. Good technique is a necessity in order to minimize the opportunity for a diapering debacle. I think we all know what can happen if the diaper changer takes too long to place the fresh diaper under the baby’s bottom or fumbles getting the top of the new diaper up quickly enough. (For those still guessing, the correct answer is a huge mess.)

At our house, we call that moment “the danger zone”. “Uh-oh, we’re in the danger zone!” we’ll bellow, chuckling, while one hand holds Zuzu’s legs in the air and the other swiftly glides the clean diaper beneath her rump. Thankfully, we’ve never been able to reminisce about a danger zone disaster – until now.

Let’s just say the other morning my jaw dropped when, entirely without warning, a missile of sorts shot out from the vicinity of a very quiet, bare-bottomed Zuzu. I recall seeing a blur squirt out in an arc, narrowly missing both the lamp and rocker, traveling at a distance that can be measured in feet (feet, not inches). Unfortunately, the target was Zuzu’s laundry pile, innocent victims in the missile’s path which included a changing cover, changing pad, bib, pair of overalls, pants, two rompers, a sweater, one sock, the dresser and the floor.

It was so incredible I took a picture of the mess and emailed it to Ty at work.

Babies are amazing.