My wife and I have to change our daughter’s diapers from time to time. It’s just a fact of life with a baby. While in the bedroom when we’re getting ready for bed, or in the middle of the night, we occasionally don’t have the energy to dispose of them in the trash in the trash can over in our veranda. Sneaking through the house at night with dirty diapers could surprise Yoshi, and if he barks and wakes up Glow, say goodbye to the little sleep we do actually get. We just want to rest, so we clean up later.

As a result, at any one time in the bedroom in the morning there might be two or three diapers wrapped and ready to be disposed of somewhere in the bedroom. They usually end up on the floor, under a makeup stand, next to a night stand, or sitting on a shelf. No one has stepped on one by accident, or forgotten about them for an extended period of time, so there have been no disasters, but every morning it’s like a shitty diaper Easter Egg hunt. “Did I find them all? Will I find one later that I missed? What if one gets lost?”

On the parenting front, this is the last week I get to spend at home with my daughter and wife during the day before my four month long university schedule starts and I lose all track of time trying to keep up with tons of different classes for months. The cutest thing Glow has learned how to do is clap her hands in excitement. It is adorable. It’s fantastic to walk into the room and get applause from your daughter for anything you do. This is all from my wife trying to get her doing finger exercises with cute Korean songs.  Glow doesn’t have the fine motor control to do something like “Okay” or “Thumbs up!” yet though. I’ll be excited when she finally learns something like that from me.

 

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