I'm not sure why but I feel like I'm all thumbs today.
Fumbling like I haven't cared for a baby in 20 years....
Brogan began our day with lots of crying and a colossal-five-wipe-alert messy diaper.
He seemed really mad that it took me so long (like 2 seconds after he started screaming) to figure out he needed changing (hey! I was busy smooching those big chubby baby cheeks....give me a break!). By the time I got out the changing pad, wipes and clean diaper he was furious.
That resulted in him arching his back and kicking and screaming through the entire diaper change.
Due to my five-thumbs-today-handicap I ended up getting "it" all over the place.
I thought I saw a little diaper rash (maybe this is why he's so mad?) so I decided that he needed a little Desitin.
I kinda forgot, a little of that stuff goes a long way and with all the kicking and squirming, the thick white goo ended up on his legs, his chest, in between my fingers and under my nails. I tried wiping it off but that just spread it around. I tried just rubbing my hands together....it doesn't rub in. I think I see some in my hair now.I had to lay him down to make his bottle which made him even happier and caused Marcus to join in the screaming. The can of powdered formula was bran new and I went to pop the top and it broke off. I had a moment of panic and images flashing in my mind of failing to pry it open, sliced fingers and blood squirting everywhere, screaming hungry babies and a humbling to call Brian and Amber. But the can opener worked just fine on it and all is well.
Of course, they both wanted to eat at the same time so I had my first experience of propping babies, balancing bottles, and tandem burping.
Just as we were finishing up the last few ounces and I swear I hear water running. I have not started any laundry today (I know that when I can actually accomplish something other than childcare on these days...I will be a well adjusted twin babysitter!)
In the past our washing machine hose has broke off and flooded the house and that is the first thing that I think of.
I gather both babies in my arms and run upstairs to check to see if it's the hose or maybe a pipe has burst (been through that too).
The noise seems to disappear upstairs. So we go back to the living room.
I hear it again.
We take a trip to the basement.
Back in the living room I realize it's this stupid thing....
Back in my baby rearing days we didn't have all these fancy noise making motion simulator thingies.
Doesn't he kinda look like Archie Bunker in his old chair?
It was a long day for Ace.
He needs his nap time to be uninterrupted.
I think at one point he purposefully barked to wake the boys up just for pay backs,
and of course I loved every minute of the day....