I despise most diaper changes. The flipping game is old. It was old 6 months ago, and it's still old now. Yesterday Matt had a dirty diaper and I was dreading the crying, flailing walk to the nursery and all that would follow, so I turned to him and asked, "Matt, can mommy change your diaper?" Imagine my surprise when he acknowledged me, sat down, flopped on his back and stared. After the initial shock wore off, I praised him, ran into the nursery for my supplies and enjoyed a calm and quiet diaper change. Ahh, the little things in life!