Ha!
First time I ever tried to change a baby:
My grandfather died shortly his first great-grandchild was born (my cousin's daughter). My cousin (
sans wife) brought his six-week old baby down for the funeral.
Well, obviously a funeral is a good reason to head across the border to Mexico (
![Rolling Eyes](https://cdn2.able2know.org/images/v5/emoticons/icon_rolleyes.gif)
), so off we all went in grandma's motorhome. (This was at my grandmother's insistence; she needed to get her medicine.)
So, T and I are recently married. Both 25, no experience with newborns. We wander around a little while, then head back to the meet-up restaurant. My cousin's there, wants to shop a little, will we watch the baby?
Five minutes later, she starts bawling. We rock, we try to soothe, we're clueless. Finally we think... diaper? So T takes the baby to the bathroom to change her. Comes back out in a little while... do you know how to put on a disposable diaper?
Me: Er... no... let me take a look, I guess.
I take the baby into the men's room, start trying to figure out the little sticky tabs. Baby's still crying through this (and who can blame her). I poke my head out... can I have a different diaper? This one's all stuck together.
Nope. Cousin brought ONE diaper on a day trip to Mexico.
Grumble, grumble... OK, let me take another look.
Meanwhile, grandma arrives back at the restaurant, hears the baby, gets upset and comes rushing into the men's room to rescue the baby.
The folks in the restaurant must've thought T and I were the most clueless... parents... EVER!