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I sit with the laptop before me a beaten man.
I am exhausted.
I am bruised.
I am beaten.
I feel as if I've wrestled an alligator.
Starting on Monday and continuing into today, Willow has shown a new behavior. Let me correct myself: She unveiled this behavior a few months ago, but it lasted only a week, so Cherish and I thought we had corrected the problem.
Nevertheless, it's back.
Willow is fighting us with all she's worth when we try to change her diaper or her clothes. Once we place her on the changing table, she starts sobbing and trying to grab the sides of the table to turn over and stand up. Sometimes she starts crying when we approach her bedroom door.
Nothing calms her.
When she exhibited this behavior a few months ago, we corrected it by giving her a baby doll, toy or piece of clothing to occupy her why we changed her. This doesn't work anymore. Instead, she throws the toy to the floor and tries to flip over. And she's strong.
I've tried changing her on the floor, but I get the same behavior, except she can get away from me.
I'll try a bed on the next changing, but I suspect she'll try to get away then too.
And so here we are, Cherish and I, trying our best to be cool, using all our energy to change this little 11-month-old behemoth.
"Willow, be still."
"Willow, calm down."
"Willow, stop."
But it's frustrating and exhausting and makes my blood-pressure go up.
Aaaaacccckkk!
And so humbly I ask, "Will you help me?"

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