Diapers were on the list I gave Rack. I've never put a diaper on a newborn or realized how hard it is. Rack watches helplessly and I can see he's further out of his comfort zone than I am. I figure out which way the diaper goes and slide it beneath his tiny bottom. The last thing I expect is the stream of warm pee that sprays upward and soaks me. Rack hands me a towel from the stack on the edge of the bed.
His lips curve up in a shameless smile. "It's never too early to teach shooting straight."
"Thanks, I think he's got it down," I say with a laugh. I finish attaching the small tabs. As first diapers go it's a disaster of slightly crooked proportions.
I gaze at my son and feel such overwhelming love-lopsided diaper and all. Before giving birth I refused to consider having a boy. Now, w
