changing-table blues

You wouldn't know it from looking at this picture, but Dylan actually throws a fit when he is on his changing table. We haven't figured out the genesis of his dislike for diaper changes, but he sure puts up a fuss for us. What should normally be a one-man-job often requires two adults. He cries and flips himself onto his stomach, grabs the railing, arches his back and hips until he has scooted entirely off his diaper. Our only reall saving grace is when he is hungry enough to take a bottle while we rush through the dirty task, praying all the while that he'll sit still for us. Hopefully this is just a phase. (Otherwise I might be asking for some wrestling classes soon here).