ahellava morning

I woke up today to pee-free, poop-free, puke-free sheets.

It's going to be a good day.

Although Baby J decided to wake at 0645, I welcomed the early rise because it meant we were able to spend a little time with the daddy before he headed to his office.

I was drinking my coffee, talking to MM while he shaved and dressed, and Baby J was playing with his stacking rings on the floor.  Yesterday MM spent the entire day (well into the evening) at work dealing with a soldier so the time together this morning was nice. 

Due to a stomach bug Baby J has been battling over the weekend [hence the excitement over clean sheets this morning] his appetite has been virtually non-existent.  But that hasn't stop me from trying to feed him, nurse him, and/or get him to drink water from a straw- something in which he usually (but not right now) finds great excitement.

Operation: Please Baby Drink Some Milk...
As I position him on my lap in hopes he will nurse I smell dirty diaper.  I glance at the side of his thigh and notice that the poop is barely being contained and I tell MM how lucky I am to have caught it at this point before we ended up with a giant poop mess.  But as I am moving the baby to stand up, MM starts yelling and pointing.  I'm oblivious to the massive amount of leaked poop that has come up and out the back side of the diaper, coating my stomach and the boppy pillow in a stinky, yellow smear.  I rush to the changing table, peel off Baby J's clothes, and start wiping his arms and legs off while trying to keep him from rolling around.  MM and I tag-team him.  He holds Baby J's upper half while I clean the lower half, both of us have our noses tucked into our shirts!

He is clean.  I am clean.  The pillow covers and clothes are in the washing machine.  We are on the couch to try again at Operation: Drink Milk and as I settle him back into the nook of my arm he begins vomiting.  All over me, all over himself, all over the pillow I have propping him up, all over the beach towel that was luckily laying on the floor near me and I grabbed in a rush to contain some of the mess.  This time Baby J goes straight into the bath tub and MM finds his window of opportunity to leave for work.  Just as the bathtub is filled with warm water and Baby J starts splashing the door bell rings.  I consider ignoring it, but decide I shouldn't.  Scooping J out of the tub I wrap him in a towel and run downstairs to answer the door, leaving a water droplet trail.  It's MM at the door with a sheepish grin on his face.  He had forgotten his keys, locking himself out of his truck and the house.  Keys delivered and I am following the water trail back upstairs, praying for no more drama.  I let Baby J play in the clean water before soaping him up.  He chews on these little sea creature squirt toys that I always try to remember to empty after bath time so they don't have stale water sitting inside them for days, and as I squeeze out the crab I'm not paying attention to the direction it is facing and end up soaking my shirt.

What did you do before 8am today?


*For those concerned (all the grandmas!)  Baby J has a doctor appointment this afternoon.