Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

The Diaper Change Fiasco January 16, 2014

I thought for a second I was in a dream. But I definitely was not. What was happening was real. And it kind of freaked me out. Last night somewhere in the wee hours, dad picked me up out of bed, held me like a baby, and attempted to put me in something I’ve heard called a changing table.

“Dang, you’re heavy,” he half-stammered in his sleepy state. That’s when I figured it out. He thought I was Carter. He had mistaken all 20 pounds of terrier that I am for his child and was about to change my nonexistent diaper. I couldn’t have that (any more than I could wear such a diaper contraption), so I wiggled my way out of that situation right quick.Peace.

It wasn’t until morning that it all paid off for me. It happened as dad retold the story to mom, who miraculously managed to sleep through the whole escapade. Laughter. From the ground up, it rejuvenated our weary hearts this morning.

Because let’s face it. It’s rough right now. My people are (clearly) overtired. They aren’t sleeping. Their clock revolves around Carter, and my clock revolves around them. And it’s quite honestly a little frustrating since there really isn’t too much I can do to help with anything. And I know in reality it really wasn’t anything I did that caused the laughter. My warm little body was just in the right place at the right moment. I even thought for a second I was in a dream. But I definitely was not.

“Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen,” American author Carl Sandburg suggested. What happened this morning was real, mistaken venture that it was. I’m so glad I listened for the aftermath. Because sometimes it just helps to laugh. Out loud. At yourself. It helps to stop and listen for the healing wisdom the laughter brings. Even if you are mistaken for a newborn baby in the process.

**No dogs or babies were harmed in the making of this completely true story**

 

29 Responses to “The Diaper Change Fiasco”

  1. huntmode Says:

    Wyles, this will be one of the top stories in the Schmidtt family going forward. Laughing out loud! Good thing you aren’t Ella’s size – 56 lbs. He might have noticed the diff right off the gitgo! Grin. Here’s to Dad Schmidt!

    • It’s a good day when I’ve made people laugh. And an even better day when I’ve made loved ones laugh. You’ve managed to return the favor, too, as I am picturing this occurring with someone Ella’s size. No mistaking to be made there. πŸ™‚
      Lots of love to you and Ella – all 56 pounds of her. πŸ™‚
      Wyles

  2. utesmile Says:

    This is brilliant, that is a story to tell at get togethers…. your poor dad was clearly tired, but it is really funny hehe, love it!

  3. Lyn Says:

    Oh Wiley, that made me laugh with delight. One thing I do want to know though, is where were you sleeping that your Dad mistook you for Carter? Had you climbed into Carter’s bed? πŸ˜€

    • Yay! I love laughter. It truly is one of my favorite things. And this story is one that I hope will bring much laughter for many people over time. In answer to your question, I was in my parent’s bed — funny you should ask since Carter isn’t allowed to co-sleep and really therefore doesn’t spend any time in the bed. Because of this, my dad is extra paranoid that he is in the bed (again, this is an overtired symptom) even though he almost never is. Hence the confusion I believe. Carter was peacefully sleeping in his bassinet across the room as all of this unfolded, the little stinker. πŸ™‚
      Lots of love,
      Wiles

  4. Basil Says:

    If anyone can pull off a diaper it’s you!

    • Aw, shucks! Oddly enough I have worn the diapers they make for dogs due to a complicated misunderstanding with a past adoptive home. I remember they sent them with me the day my forever people took me home and I haven’t needed them once. Silly things, those diapers. πŸ™‚
      Lots of love dear friend – I hope all is well!!!

  5. Gah! Hilarious! You might have found yourself wearing a tiny little diaper by morning, Wiles! And worse, Carter might have found himself tied out in the yard!! Lucky everyone came to their senses!

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

    • Dear Cupcake,
      You flatter me as usual, dear friend. I would never survive being strapped into a newborn size diaper. I need at least a size one or two. Thank you for the compliment on my figure though – as you may recall, my doctor said I was getting a little chunky, so I will take all positive feedback in this area even if that wasn’t the intended message. πŸ˜‰
      Lots of love to you and your mom,
      Wiles

  6. fredrieka Says:

    haha It could happen I remember those days

  7. Brilliant, I bet you did get out of that situation pretty quick!

  8. Oh, that’s great! LOL I agree, to laugh is always good and imagine the wonderful story you have to tell now..

  9. So cute, I look forward to following your blog.

  10. Hahahahaha! Awesome! Thanks for the early morning laugh! πŸ˜€

  11. Sandy Says:

    Oh my – glad everything ended well. This made me think of you today from I Can Haz Cheezburger called Loyalty From the Very Start:
    http://cheezburger.com/8007406848

    • Aww!!!! I love this – thank you for sharing. I feel the same way about my little guy. It’s a funny thing, really, since loyalty comes so naturally to us canines. I think I might have something to blog about now tonight. Thanks for the idea!
      Lots of love,
      Wiles

      • Sandy Says:

        Yes, I think dogs are naturally loyal – but you’re in a wonderful loving family that reflects all of your love and joy too. Life is good, very good : )

  12. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    “Dang, you’re heavy,” I heard dad say, as (I think) he tried to change a diaper I definitely wasn’t wearing.

  13. OMG! That made me laugh so hard!!! – Noodle’s Mom Samantha


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