Posted by It’s the weekend!!! And you know what that means… Endless nappy changes!
I resorted to using Jonas bro GIFs. You know it’s the end of days when that happens.
Anyway, the OddSon must be trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records. In the last 24 hours he has done 6 poos. That’s 6 nappy changes. I’m quite the mathematician, see.
The thing with the OddSon is, he does not stay still during nappy changes. At all. I either change his nappy within the first 2.37 seconds of laying him down, or he’ll start twisting and turning during the nappy change. And for a 10 month old – he’s pretty strong.
By the end of the nappy change I have the OddSon in a full on Sharpshooter. In case you don’t get the reference, it’s a holding manoeuvre performed by a wrestler back in the 90s called Bret “The Hitman” Hart. Here’s the Sharpshooter:
Now imagine that – but with poo everywhere. That’s what I’m dealing with.
Is it cool to watch wrestling again? Now it’s on Netflix it seems to be all the rave. I’m a bit more old school. Take Bret Hart, I still refer to him as the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be. Yup, old school.
Wrestling was always a big thing when growing up. The Royal Rumble would come on around my birthday, with Wrestlemania coming around my brother’s birthday. There were some fun nights staying up to watch it, with my brother usually falling asleep during the first match.
The wrestling tradition carried on when my brother had kids – the OddNiece and the OddNephewOne. I remember when the OddNephewOne got a WWE belt for his birthday or Christmas. There was a family gathering and he must have been around 5/6 years old. Going around with the belt giving it large like Hulk Hogan. Being the fun uncle, what did I do? I grabbed him, body slammed him (gently) and pinned him for the 3 count. I then kept the belt on me for the rest of the day – much to his dismay.
That’s the sort of cool uncle I am. I’m sure he’d agree.
Maybe it’s time I got a wrestling belt for my household? It can be one way to create a bit of healthy competition for the OddKids. Not that I’d let any of them keep onto the belt. I’d be the one teaching them about how winning is everything, and how there’s no space for losers in this world. As I sit there with a kids wrestling belt on my shoulder. Ah, who am I kidding, with Mrs OddFather’s Judo background, I can’t imagine keeping onto the belt for too long before she does a Judo move on me. Like the Judo Chop.
Wow, I’ve gone from nappy changes to judo chops – quite the turnaround. Anyway, I best leave it there… I smell something funny from the OddSon. Do we have poo number 7? Poo number 7, ladies and gentlemen.