Ooooooh, that baby of ours. Last night was the second night this week that he has woken up crying and been discovered (once by me, once by the Prof) in a puddle of vomit and poop, thoroughly coated in it from head to toe. In both instances it was a one-time-puking, though I spent both nights in his room on the guest bed just in case he repeated the performance.
Greater love has no man than this, that he pick up his befouled infant and cuddle him close despite his internal retching upon smell of same. I showered the baby and Prof cleaned up the crib on the first go-round, and the second time we switched roles. I can now attest that neither job it superior to the other, although no matter which you’re doing you feel certain that the other parent got the better end of the deal.
He woke up both morning-afters in a perky mood and ate just fine, so who knows what’s going on. Liam “caught it” and was also sick after the first incident, although he has since recovered. Could Craig have caught the same thing twice? Who knows.
Anyway. I’m sleepy, basically, is what I’m saying. We are having a little trick or treat around the office today at 4pm, so I will shortly be leaving to go pick up the kids in their costumes from my house, and bring them back here to trick or treat. Then we go to a fall festival. Then I leave for NOLA, to do my untrained-for half marathon and hopefully not kack out in the middle. Or belatedly catch the tummy bug and have a DNF because I become ill myself.
Tomorrow is the last day of my decade blog-a-versary month, and also my last day of daily blogging (mostly daily blogging). It’s also Halloween. It may rain. We will be minions with umbrellas, in that case.