Dressing up cats

"Herding cats" is a great, commonly-used metaphor, which is usually apt in its usage. A similar comparison can also be made with dressing babies. They are like dressing up a cat.

Elaine in her greater movement is the squirmiest thing ever! Getting her dressed these days or just changing her diaper is an exercise in speed and coordination. She rolls. She scoots. She lunges. This is from a girl who isn't even crawling yet. Try getting her changed in the dark when sleep deprived at 5:30 AM when her diaper has leaked out for the fifth day in a row adds to the challenge.

So, dressing her is like I imagine dressing a cat would be. I don't think I'll try to put a diaper on the cat to test this theory. As I've stated before in several different contexts, at least babies don't have claws and teeth of cats. Though, Elaine seems to make due with her nails. She recently scraped off a chunk of skin from Meredith's nose.

Apparently, my mom was able to successfully dress up her childhood cat, so maybe I should get some tips from her. The only thing I can think of is growing a couple additional pairs of arms.

Seriously, why do we have only two pairs of arms and hands when we have babies to raise? And how on earth do the poor souls with twins, triplets, etc handle it all with just two arms?

On another note, Elaine turns 8 months today. She's growing up. She's on the verge of crawling. Each day she pushes herself off the ground on all fours more and more. It's at that point she doesn't know what to do. She mainly rocks back and forth before throwing herself in some direction on to her tummy. She's been also rolling her tongue a lot and clucking her tongue. It may or may not be related to teething. We're still looking forward to that first tooth to break through.