the diaper rash blues

We're having another one of those weeks where we have to chase Dennis down to change his diaper. He screams "there's a rash down there" and it hurts him when we wipe him down, so he eludes us and acts sneaky about a full diaper (like it isn't obvious to several of our senses when his diaper is loaded). It's particularly bad this week, and day two after returning from our vacation, we have been through all his bedding up to and including the quilt, pillow, and mattress pad. To put it delicately, he's having some digestive issues, the kind that run down his leg. David and I are in a perpetually grossed out state, but we're sure it'll most likely pass by tomorrow (no pun intended there).