Order in the madness?

Max: A retrospective journey

Max is supervised almost all the time, which makes me in awe of how he is able to get to the computer, log in, check my blog for parenting theories, and execute a plan to make me look like an idiot. The first casualty was the routine 3-4 hour feedings we talked about - he feeds voraciously and often. Also, Max is apparently an adrenaline junkie. Just like ravens apparently fly right in front of cars in a game of chicken, Max will wake us up and every 15 minutes or so at night just to see if we'll keep him alive. The worst incident happened a couple nights ago.

Initially, Max treated the diaper change with the same intensity I'd use if my leg was amputated and only calmed down after his new clothes were on. We had to approach diaper changing like an Indy 500 pit stop. Thankfully, after a couple days he relaxed and even stopped his poopy diaper crying when we put him on the changing table. But, at 2:15 am or so last night, he stopped crying on the changing table, only to start hysterically crying when I put the new diaper on him and put his clothes on. He stopped crying again when I took his diaper off, then repeated the hysterics the next time I put his clothes on. Only much later did I remember that I forgot to clean him before I put the new diaper on.