Getting away
I've said before how playful Seth is. Changing his diaper is the usual struggle. The baby wants desparately to get away. The mother keeps turning him over onto his back and pulling on his legs, trying to keep his feet out of the dirty diaper. So he's fussing to get away, and I finally get his diaper on him. He got onto his belly once again, and I patted his bottom finally talking baby talk instead of fussing. He looked at me in his peripheral, laughed and wiggled happily, then headed for the door. Such playful acknowledgment. He saw that I was done and laughed either because I was letting him go or because he thought he was getting away.
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