Changing Zuul these days goes like this:
Put together outfit while Zuul pulls all the clothes out of reachable drawers and laundry hamper, mixing up dirty with clean clothes.
Pick up Zuul and put her on change pad. Get pj's off while she tosses all the clean diapers around.
Put on clean diaper. Put on her undershirt, sing to get her to stop crying. She doesn't like having anything pulled over her face for even a second.
Put socks on. Reach for her top. Put her socks on. Pull top on, while singing. Reach for pants. Put socks on. Get pants on. Blink. Socks are missing and presumed digested. Give up on socks until we have to go out.
Put Zuul in crib or playpen and pick up all the clothes and diapers off the floor. Realize this will be how her bedroom will look like until she goes to university or Europe. Get her out of baby jail, wrangle pants back on. Accept my daughter may be a nudist.
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