Into the Hamper You Go

Dear Connor,

You never stay still during diaper changes. You hate being on the changing table so you kick, squirm, wiggle and do whatever you can to get off the table. Tonight, you flipped over onto your tummy and crawled over to the edge of the table. I grabbed you but you're so strong that you broke out of my grasp--and fell right into the hamper next to the changing table. Thankfully, the hamper was pretty full of clothes so you weren't hurt. You did whimper because you were curled up in a ball and couldn't move. I, on the other hand, was shaking from laughing so hard. You nut!

Love,
Mom