Neville felt the tube bounce on his head, and he wanted to reach down to grab it but he stopped, not wanting to Olivia to fall. She was putting up a good fight at all of it, making a huge ruckus. He tried again, this time starting to talk to her more and more, almost a babble as he asked her, "Okay, Olivia, this is clearly not your favorite thing. Why you crying? Let's get you dry and clean. Don't you want to eat breakfast? We got to get some cloths on you. Mummy is making us breakfast," he said as he reached for a cloth to clean her up. There was a diaper, and powder but the cream was on the floor. He got a diaper in his hands, and moved the wiggling little girl up and slid it under her behind. He put his hand on her, shaking some powder and then bend down to grab at the tube even as he put a hand on her stomach to keep her on top of the table.
"There!" he said, triumphant, and he squeezed out far too much of the ointment and began to rub it all over her. He followed with a squeeze to the powder and that came out in almost a cloud. He tried closing up the diaper, and when he was finished he said to Olivia, "There we go, Livey. All better!" he said, even as he lifted her up, "Let's find you something to wear now, right?"
He moved and set Olivia down on the floor, and the diaper promptly fell to her ankles.