Caleb Poopypants
Well Caleb has progressed nicely. He is starting to feed longer and sleep for longer periods of time. Which is a huge relief to his minions. Running on little sleep while doable is not enjoyable. Caleb demonstrated who was boss on the first night home.......needless to say I was caught unawares by this change in the guard. I will revolt and retake my rightful place at the top of the heap as soon as I get enough sleep.
No pictures please.
He unveiled a new weapon in his arsenal recently. Projectile poop......while I was expecting to be dodging streams of pee, the poop nearly caught be unprepared. Luckily I had just put in the new diaper and was able to quickly cover up. His aunt was less prepared after giving him a sponge bath. ;)
Eat, sleep, poop, eat, sleep, poop. And I mean a lot of poop. I thought my dog was gross, but Caleb easily passed that. While feeding, he pooped at the same time.......this is the stuff that needs to be written down in what to expect books. How can this not be an important fact?
His aunts, uncle, cousins and grandparents arrived this past weekend to greet him. Along with a multitude of his minions friends. He deigned to allow us a moment of respite from feeding him and cleaning his diapers during this time. I believe this was a scheme to portray himself in a better light while he prepares future torments.
You may hold me minion #5
I have you under my spell grandma.
Even tough old granddad is not immune to my powers!!
I don't have many moments of softness, but when my parents held my son it gave me a warm feeling. Many years ago my father and mother held me, changed my diapers, wrapped me up to make sure I wouldn't catch a chill. My parents had a difficult time talking to their hard headed son. They were in a new world with different language and customs which made their task all the harder. I wonder what I face in the years ahead as I watch my son grow. I think I'll understand my parents a little better each day and I wonder if they are secretly cackling in glee.
No pictures please.
He unveiled a new weapon in his arsenal recently. Projectile poop......while I was expecting to be dodging streams of pee, the poop nearly caught be unprepared. Luckily I had just put in the new diaper and was able to quickly cover up. His aunt was less prepared after giving him a sponge bath. ;)
Eat, sleep, poop, eat, sleep, poop. And I mean a lot of poop. I thought my dog was gross, but Caleb easily passed that. While feeding, he pooped at the same time.......this is the stuff that needs to be written down in what to expect books. How can this not be an important fact?
His aunts, uncle, cousins and grandparents arrived this past weekend to greet him. Along with a multitude of his minions friends. He deigned to allow us a moment of respite from feeding him and cleaning his diapers during this time. I believe this was a scheme to portray himself in a better light while he prepares future torments.
You may hold me minion #5
I have you under my spell grandma.
Even tough old granddad is not immune to my powers!!
I don't have many moments of softness, but when my parents held my son it gave me a warm feeling. Many years ago my father and mother held me, changed my diapers, wrapped me up to make sure I wouldn't catch a chill. My parents had a difficult time talking to their hard headed son. They were in a new world with different language and customs which made their task all the harder. I wonder what I face in the years ahead as I watch my son grow. I think I'll understand my parents a little better each day and I wonder if they are secretly cackling in glee.
posted by phong at 8:27 PM
1 Comments:
Yo! This blog is really nice and almost caught me in tears reading about your parents. I guess now Phong is a Softy Phong :-> Keep up on posting your blog
Gade
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