Liam: 3 Liam's Dad:0

Sarah is working again tonight, so i'm watching Liam. We do this a few times each week and it typically works out just fine. Tonight, however...

To start off I warmed up a bottle for the boy a few minutes after his mom left, say 6:45 pm. Lately I've been trying to increase his bottle size at each feeding because, well, he's growing, as babies often do. So, the bottle I warmed up was a nice big one. He drank it all and we were pleased. I was quite proud of us both (all you scholars of Ancient Greek Tragedy know where this hubris is going to take us). A few minutes later, he was sucking on his hands again and generally acting a little bit hungry, plus he got the hiccups. Thus, I warmed up just a bit more to try to satisfy him and help him be rid of the hiccups. He started feeding merrily until he coughed, just a little bit, so I removed the bottle from his mouth just in time for him to throw it all back up all over us both.

So he got a bath.

After his bath I lotioned him up, and apparently didn't get his diaper on perfectly, because just 10 or so minutes later as I was feeding him (after all his stomach couldn't have had much of anything left in it) I felt a small wet spot on his hip where the pee had soaked through his fresh clean outfit after escaping the confines of his diaper (see, by pointing out the lotioning step, I am deflecting responsibility for poor diapering, and subtly blaming his mother who is the major proponent of lotion in general; for the record I hate lotion).

So he got another fresh clean outfit.

I forgot to mention that all this happened before I got a chance to eat dinner, so by this time I am completely starving, but still have to wait for the large pot to boil so I can cook the noodles to go with the spaghetti sauce I made the other night. Just as the pot starts to boil and I can put the noodles in Liam starts to show signs of hunger. I desperately staved off his hunger using pacifier magic just long enough for me to stuff my face with a large quantity of food. Of course, when I tried to give him a bottle he showed little interest in actually eating. By this time (9:00 pm) it was time to start the bed-time process, so upstairs we went where I played with him for a little while until he started to get hungry again. I was just about to feed him when he pooped his pants, which was great because he was due. Of course, his dad is too dumb to trust that when Liam has a #2 there is almost always a second round within minutes of the first. I waited 4 minutes. He waited 5. Unfortunately I had his diaper off and was in the process of cleaning/changing him when his particular brand of lightning struck a second time. Fortunately, it was all contained in a small area on a thick blanket we use to change him on and the cleanup was much easier than it could have been.

Anyway, since then he ate again and went right to sleep, so hopefully the current trend of smooth sailing continues, and even though he's putting me through the meat grinder tonight, I'll miss him when I'm at work again tomorrow.