Yesterday BoyF and I spent the day babysitting my niece-to-be. Apart from being conned into only a half hour nap, she behaved wonderfully.
We read books, went to the park, watched The Wiggles, blew bubbles, wash wash washed in her play kitchen, ate lunch, were introduced to her stuffed toys... Everything was going great until That Nappy.
Seriously, how can someone so sweet produce something that vile?!
With some idea of my limitations I called on 'Uncle Mike' to handle this nappy change but followed them into the bedroom for some moral support.
Yeah, I went to pieces.
I found the whole situation incredibly funny and couldn't stop laughing, that is until the sight and smell hit me and I ended up on the other side of the doorway dry retching. I did regain my stomach and headed back into the room, but my contribution only extended as far as laughing so much I had tears running down my face (although that may have been the dry retching) and saying 'my god' a lot. By this stage BoyF is laughing at me, teasing that I'm 'hopeless' and 'weak'. And through it all, she is just calmly lying on the changing table, watching us and wondering what on earth is going on.
Without a doubt, I am going to be the butt of family jokes - BoyF can't wait to tell people. But personally, I think the joke's on him. If we have kids, I'm voting BoyF in for permanent, endless, dirty nappy duty!
People tell me it's different with your own kids. I'm not convinced.