Happy Birthday, Grandma Gossiaux!
Today, Poop-master-T was at it again. Last night he loaded his diaper for Grandma while Daddy was out, and this morning his diaper runneth over again. The enormity of this morning's diaper is not something to be understated. It tipped the scales at a whole 2 pounds- a pretty good percentage of Timmy's body weight. I was going to find a taxidermist to mount it on the wall, but I couldn't get ahold of the State Game Board to see if it was a record or not. The mess required an immediate bath.
Last night wasn't a great one for Timmy. I'm not sure if it was the mess moving through his bowels or his teeth moving through his gums, but he was up at 3:00 and didn't go down until after 4. It wasn't constant, either. I'd go in there when he was crying and calm him down, lie him down in the crib and go back to bed. Just as I was getting right on the edge of unconsiousness, Timmy would start to cry again. This went on, like I said, for over an hour until around 4 I had enough and let him cry himself back to sleep. 10 minutes later and there was peace and quiet. Fearing that something had happened to him, I poked my head through the door to make sure Timmy was okay. Not only was he okay, he was still semi-awake and aimed toward the door so the little bit of light was enough to prompt him to resume his escapades.
Letting him cry himself to sleep again, he was out in another 5 minutes.
Today, Poop-master-T was at it again. Last night he loaded his diaper for Grandma while Daddy was out, and this morning his diaper runneth over again. The enormity of this morning's diaper is not something to be understated. It tipped the scales at a whole 2 pounds- a pretty good percentage of Timmy's body weight. I was going to find a taxidermist to mount it on the wall, but I couldn't get ahold of the State Game Board to see if it was a record or not. The mess required an immediate bath.
Last night wasn't a great one for Timmy. I'm not sure if it was the mess moving through his bowels or his teeth moving through his gums, but he was up at 3:00 and didn't go down until after 4. It wasn't constant, either. I'd go in there when he was crying and calm him down, lie him down in the crib and go back to bed. Just as I was getting right on the edge of unconsiousness, Timmy would start to cry again. This went on, like I said, for over an hour until around 4 I had enough and let him cry himself back to sleep. 10 minutes later and there was peace and quiet. Fearing that something had happened to him, I poked my head through the door to make sure Timmy was okay. Not only was he okay, he was still semi-awake and aimed toward the door so the little bit of light was enough to prompt him to resume his escapades.
Letting him cry himself to sleep again, he was out in another 5 minutes.
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