Daniel awoke this morning much wetter and messier than he’d ever been.

He looked up at the bars over his head and the mobile hanging from them.

His hands encased in their padded, thumbless prison all he could do is bat at his toys.

He picked up his bottle only to find it empty and started to cry.

Anna entered, “Well good morning sunshine.” She cooed.

“Did baby have a good night’s sleep?”

He nodded his agreement.

“That’s nice.”

“Sorry to tell you this the trip we had planned for today is going to have to be postponed until tomorrow because you were such a bad baby.”

Nana Natasha spent over two hours cleaning the poopy out of the playpen.

She unhooked the top of the crib and helped Daniel out.

Placing him on the changing table she quickly changed his wet, messy diapers for a clean dry one.

This morning she dressed him in a one-piece sleeper.

His sleeper had feet, mittens to cover his hands and it zipped up the back making it impossible for him to touch his diapers.

She attached his pacifier to a ribbon sewn near the neck and placed it in his mouth.

Daniel then crawled into the kitchen to his highchair for his morning breakfast.

He was fed a large bowl of cereal along with one of applesauce.

Afterward, he was placed in his freshly cleaned playpen and given his bottle.

“Now be a good baby and drink it all gone.”

Natasha came in about the same time as the day before.

Afterward, Anna kissed him goodbye and left for work.

Natasha came in just as he had finished his bottle and gave him his second and then his third of his morning prune juice.

He watched several cartoons on TV as Nana Natasha cleaned the kitchen and did the housework.

“Baby Dan-Dan,” she cooed, “Time for a diaper change.”

He crawled into the bedroom and got on the changing table.

Natasha took out a jar of pink cream and started to rub it into him.

She then took several baby wipes and removed it.

She did the same to his chest, armpits, and facial hair.