The Window

So I am putting on my son's jammies this evening which consisted of a onsie and pj shorts.  As usual, we start on his back putting on his night time diapers (which are a Godsend...no more waking up soaked in pee pee), then we finish up with him standing on his changing table and me pulling up the shorts.  Once I put him back on the ground I realized the two side-shoulder buttons on the onsie needed to be buttoned.  He was eyeing his books on his book shelf deciding which ones to knock down so he can choose one to "read".  I went to button the onsie and I got a little sloppy and was struggling.  I started to panic and shake a little because he was approaching that moment where he would start fussing if I took any longer and finally I got them buttoned.  When I finished, all I could do is laugh that I was in such a panic to finish.  My heart was actually racing and that, my friends I dubbed "The Window".  Occasionally Boogie will give us a still moment where we can clip his nails, fix his clothes, wipe his face and if we do not finish in time he will scream or run and anything to avert the situation.  I realized that this has done two things, it has caused me to panic if for some reason my hand is too shaky or if I slip.   The other thing, is that is has made me a speed demon at some things like changing his diaper since he gives me like 10 seconds before he tries to roll over and stand up naked.  I tell you, I have to wonder who is really running the show.