On the changing table

One of Dottie's favorite places in the house is on her changing table. Several years ago, before Roscoe arrived, Alisha got a refurbished vintage dresser from a photography client. She thought it would make a good changing table, so we've had it since then. On top, we put a curved foam "baby holder" (I'm not sure what the official name is, but it keeps her from rolling off).

Each morning, day, night, midnight, and at other times we bring Dottie to the changing table for her own "refurbishing". Sometimes it's a simple diaper swap and sometimes it's a complete wardrobe overhaul, depending upon the damage she has inflicted upon herself. She likes laying on the table and staring out the window, because the blinds make for interesting contrast and our neighbors have a palm tree that blows in the wind.

Often she lays quietly and sweetly like this

... but sometimes she starts her complaining like this

If we don't answer her complaints within 30-60 seconds, she'll ferment these sweet, soft cries into a demanding yell that would make hardened business tyrants give up and move to a cabin in the Yukon.