The Monkey has developed this new phobia of getting dressed. As I put his shirt or onsie on over his head, he holds his breath and his arms and legs go wild. You would think he was going through the birth canal. Except instead of a 10 centimeter hole to squueze through, he had a spacious exit via a c-section.
So looks like he has a dressing phobia. Lovely, my boy doesn't like getting dressed.