Third Post (Can you see the Trend Here?)

Hello everyone! I am a much happier person as my cold is starting to go away finally. Maybe MAYBE I won't be using 'fuck' quite so often anymore! But don't get your hopes up.

   So every morning Paddy gets up and 6:30, I feed him, and then can sometimes can get him to go back to bed. So today being a cold rainy icky day, it'd be a perfect morning to sleep in. So my alarm clock son got up at 6:30 and I fed him. Brought him back to my bed where we could have some quality mother-son time and cuddle and take a small nap together. This is what I thought would happen.
   Here's what actually happened. Paddy puked twice (on Pat's pillow, so I'm not too worried about it.) Then took a massive dump that not only seeped out the back of his diaper, but made it's way onto my bed. So instead of that nap I was looking forward to, I had to give my son a bath, change him, put the bed sheets in the wash, and put new sheets on the bed. This is my proof that sometimes, just sometimes, even 5 month olds can be assholes.

   But now he's happy as can be in his door jumper making, what I can only describe as, bird screeching noises. But I can't blame him, I'd probably feel as light as a bird too if I took the dump he took this morning. I'm surprised he's not floating.

   I have an eye doctor appointment this morning. I realized I had to go to the eye doctor when I couldn't read my dvr anymore. Sad but true. However, my parents are working and so is Pat. So off to the doctor with Paddy it is! I can almost guarantee a blog post later at the HIGHlarity that will ensue at the doctor office.




Yikes, I should really start rereading my post before publishing it. Just saw that I had written "So every morning Paddy gets up and 6:30, I feel him, and..." For the record (DCFS officers) I meant FEED not FEEL. Holy awkward!