"Good" Morning!

As a parent if your nightly slumber is interrupted it can always be traced back to a smallest human living in your home.  But wait, haven't we been told using "never" and "always" will get us into trouble!  Before continuing this story let me explain the setting.  Master bedroom... very first night sleeping on our brand new memory foam topped king mattress, covered in 400 thread count sheets, and 4 star down comforter wrapped in a super-bargain, clearance rack found soft sky blue duvet.  Can you picture it?  Can you imagine the restful sleep we were experiencing?  Then 3 AM came and we heard a hacking noise, followed by the unmistakable sound of vomit.  One of our dogs had puked ON OUR BRAND NEW BED!!  We quickly cleaned up the mess and put the duvet in for a wash.  After kicking both dogs out of our bed we tried to enjoy the last few hours of sleep that were available.  Upon waking in the morning, we chuckled about the mid-night excitement we had experienced.  We were chuckling... until we found dog poop laying on the staircase!!!!  Well, Good Morning!

             The Puker                                      The Pooper

car seat or potty?

Either Jase finds extreme relaxation in his car seat or he is a genius newborn who has learned how to control his bowels at a very early age, giving his parents great hope for their future potty-training days!  Without fail, every time Jase is strapped into his car seat he poops.  Every time!  It can be a 5 minute trip to the grocery store or the recent 1100 mile- 2 day adventure across the country.  We have become so aware of the issue that we sometimes put him into his car seat a good 5-10 minutes before we are planning to the leave house so that he will go ahead and poop and we can get him changed into a fresh diaper before hitting the road.  Haha, you can't outsmart us little baby!  :)  We speculate that he is very comfortable in his car seat, all snug and relaxed and it enables him to just "let everything go".  Or maybe it is that after being forced to sit in the car seat for hour after hour while we moved from Oklahoma to Georgia he has figured out that if he stinks up the car enough we will stop driving and he will get a few minute break from the blasted car seat.  It's turned into a funny family joke... Until the day we forget the diaper bag or run out of Fabreeze!