DS is the same. Got to the point where I couldn't change him on the change table for a while as it was too dangerous and too much of a screamfest so I'd catch him in the loungeroom, throw down a flat terrytoweling nappy and change him on top of that. Worked best when he was watching a Play School dvd. We're back at the change table for the moment but there have been a few cranky mummy faces. Singing nursery rhymes loudly over the top of any complaints keeps me from snapping at him.