So when Isabelle volunteered to change a diaper, who was I to stop her? I thought it might be a good experience. And it probably was for her. But not for little Cam Cam. If you think she looks uncomfortable in the picture above, then your surveillance skills are spot on and you can go ahead and give yourself a pat on the back. Isabelle treated my poor baby like she was a freakishly limber carnival side show. And her unmotherly parent was too busy taking pictures to attempt a rescue mission.
What you don't see in any of these pictures is the pile of diapers on the other side of the baby. This photo montage seriously took about 20 minutes to get through because Izzy would pull out a diaper, try to put it on and fail because she had no idea what she was doing. Which I find rather remarkable as she has been in the diaper business for 3+ years. But after she worked with a diaper for a few seconds, she would announce that it was intrinsically flawed as it was too small, too big, broken, not shaped the same way as baby or it made Cambri cry because she didn't like it. In case you are wondering, Cam Cam was crying because her ankles weren't made to bend 180 degrees. But alas, Izzy did finally complete her first diaper change (semi) unassisted and when she needs to do it again 30 years from now, she will be (semi) qualified.
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