And sometimes mommies cry too.
We had a pretty peaceful evening again last night. Elliot did his normal routine of wanting to feed all evening long. We managed to distract him with tummy time (he is getting pretty good at lifting his head already) and some basic vocalization (some adorable “oohs” and “aahs”). Logan found Elliot a digital copy of The Tale of Peter Rabbit, which we read through on his TouchPad. We got him in the bed by about 11PM, but at a little after midnight he was hungry again. As he ate his midnight snack, I heard the familiar sounds of an impending diaper change. Once he was done eating, I took him to his changing table where he immediately started crying. From there we performed a tragedy of errors where the warmer was out of diaper wipes, there were no more Huggies, and his PJs were soiled. I placed him safely on the floor while I gathered more (cool) wipes, his less preferred Babies R Us brand diapers, and new PJs, all while his crying escalated. By the time we reached the costume change portion of the production, I was doing everything I could to focus on the task at hand and tune out the sobbing. That’s when I suddenly was aware of someone behind me! I went into hysterics as I looked into Logan’s blood shot eyes. Apparently, he had called to me that he was coming to help, but I missed the message in my trace state. We got Elliot dressed together and Logan took him for some burping. I fed him again and we went to sleep, thankfully for more than one hour this time.
This morning Elliot got to take a shower with daddy and I got my first experience with projectile poop. Now Logan is at work (after being a really good sport over the night’s events) and I am pushing laundry through in between feedings. Elliot and I spent some time looking at the thunderstorm this morning while I sang him some CCR, which was nice.
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