But it's Char's fault. She won't stop moving. Ever.
A sweet little girl at church asked if she could change Char's diaper.
"Sure! Take her away!"
It was kind of traumatic for the poor girl, because I forgot to tell her that often Char screams bloody murder when she is having her diaper changed because she hates laying still.
I tried to console her with this information post-diaper change, and the girl's sister asked, "Well, if she hates laying down so much, how does she ever fall asleep?"
"We wrap her in a blanket really tight so she can't move," was my truthful response.
At what point does a swaddle become a straight-jacket?