Holy cow. Being a parent is a wonderful thing. I recently said to a friend, “who knew something so small could feel so big, could fill you up so much?” But something so small can also lead to the most comic of moments. And I thought I’d share a few of those stories right now.
Two weeks ago, when we were still TOTAL rookies, we awoke to change a diaper in the middle of the night. Groggy, we didn’t do a sufficient job of covering the goods when our boy was all undiapered and exposed. Sleepy and near delirious, I noticed Baby A’s face was shining before I noticed that he was using the bathroom directly into his face. I am a bad person because I laughed, laughed, laughed (but I cleaned him up pronto before laughing, laughing, laughing).
BF has taken to deciphering what Abram says when he chatters. The other day, he told BF, “I will thwart you.” I think that was in reference to our sleep schedule. He also says “what up” fairly frequently. Prolific 5 month old I tell you.
The other morning, I looked over the feeding chart we had been trying to keep. At 3 am, I had written “Margaret cut some ziggies.” I have no idea who Margaret is but I am feeling really sorry for the ziggies. I also cannot believe that the woman who wrote that cares for an infant in that same state of mind.