It was a quiet afternoon in the house, the living room filled with soft sunlight streaming through the windows. Baby Tauch, just a month old, had just been cleaned up by his mom after soiling his old diaper. His tiny body was now clean, and his mom was preparing to change him into a fresh new diaper. But before she could do that, she wanted to spend a little moment of affection with her precious baby.
Tauch’s mom loved to play with him, finding joy in his little expressions and movements. She lay him gently on a soft cloth on the living room floor, just near the couch, where he could feel comfortable. She smiled down at him, her heart filled with warmth and love. Instead of rushing to put on the new diaper, she decided to have some fun with her little one.
“Who’s mommy’s little boy?” she cooed, softly waving her hands over Tauch’s tiny body. His tiny arms flailed in response, his face scrunching up as his mom wiggled her fingers near his belly, making playful gestures. She leaned in closer and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead.
But instead of giggling or smiling like he usually did, Tauch’s expression changed. His little face twisted into a deep frown. His mouth puckered, and in a split second, his tiny body tensed up.
A loud, angry cry erupted from him. It wasn’t just any ordinary cry—it was one of pure frustration. Baby Tauch was furious!
Startled, his mom stepped back a little but couldn’t help laughing softly. “Oh no, why is my little Tauch so angry?” she said, trying to soothe him. She picked him up gently, cradling him in her arms. “Don’t cry, baby. Mommy’s just playing with you,” she whispered, kissing him again on his cheek.
But her kisses weren’t working this time. Tauch continued to cry louder and louder, his tiny fists clenched as his legs kicked out wildly. His mom tried bouncing him gently in her arms, hoping it would calm him down. She even tried to distract him with his favorite stuffed toy, a tiny plush banana. But nothing seemed to work.
Baby Tauch was upset, and he wasn’t holding back. His face turned red as he continued to wail, making it clear that he wasn’t in the mood for playful kisses and waving hands. He just wanted to get the diaper-changing process over with!
His mom realized what was going on. “Oh, you’re such an angry little boy today!” she said with a smile, though she was feeling a bit flustered. Tauch didn’t usually get this upset. She knew he must be feeling uncomfortable lying there without a diaper, and the playful delay was only making it worse.
Quickly, she laid him back down on the soft cloth again, but now with more urgency. She wiped away the last of his tears and tried to calm him by softly humming a lullaby. As she reached for the fresh diaper, she kept talking to him gently, her voice soothing even though Tauch was still fussing.
“There we go, my angry little man. Mommy’s going to make you feel all better,” she said, her hands moving swiftly. She carefully placed the new diaper under him, making sure it was snug and secure.
As soon as the diaper was on, Tauch’s cries started to soften. His mom smiled down at him, relieved that her little boy was beginning to calm down. She leaned over and gave him another gentle kiss on his nose.
But baby Tauch, still a little grumpy, squirmed in protest. He didn’t cry again, but his frown was still present, making it clear that he wasn’t entirely pleased with how things had gone. His mom chuckled at his stubbornness, her heart full of love for her little bundle of joy.
“There you go, all done,” she said, stroking his cheek softly. “You’re my angry little monkey, aren’t you?”
Tauch’s tiny hand grabbed onto his mom’s finger, squeezing it tightly as he blinked up at her with wide eyes. Though he was no longer crying, his little face still carried that hint of frustration. But his mom didn’t mind. To her, even his angry moments were precious.
She cuddled him close, holding him tightly in her arms. “I love you, angry or not,” she whispered into his ear, kissing him softly once more.
And though baby Tauch didn’t respond with a smile, the warmth of his mother’s embrace was enough to bring him peace, at least for the moment.
