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Yesterday was the beginning of the week and I was feeling good because the sun was out. I took the boys and Georgie for a walk on the dyke!




When we got home, I fed Gavin and put him down for a nap. Riley just didn't want to go. So I snuggled with him on the couch for awhile. He still wouldn't settle, so I decided to feed him. After most of his bottle and a few burps he started to fart around with the bottle, so I took it away. I had just set it on the table when he puked up pretty much what he ate. I know most people think it's more than it actually is, but he covered him self from his eyes to his toes and me AND the couch!!! I looked at him and asked "Are you OK buddy?", his response was a HUGE smile. I guess so.

I moved him to the change pad, stripped off my pants (which were dripping) and then stripped him. I then had to give him a sponge bath!!!

No harm no foul!

Today was Gavin's turn....he has been pretty fussy for most of the day. He was eating up a storm and not sleeping. Around 3 I gave him his 4th bottle of the day. Once he was done, we were snuggling on the chair, just vegging out when I got a whiff of a dirty diaper. I thought to myself, it has to be gas as he has already gone twice today.

Nope, quick check revealed, number 3 of the day. It wasn't until I undid his diaper shirt that I realized it was UP HIS BACK!!! I actually looked down to check myself as it was all inside his shirt. Good thing I'm not the one with the gag reflex!

Off to the bathroom we went, trying to hold him without getting it on myself. By this time he was screaming bloody murder. I grabbed a few towels and laid him down on the counter. My dilemma was, how do I get this shirt off without making a further mess!! I managed to minimize the smear, he was naked except for his diaper when I realized I didn't have any baby soap in the bathroom!!! I flipped him on his stomach and held him away from me while I dashed to the kitchen.

I must say, he doesn't particularly care for a quick wash down in the bathroom sink. I'm not fond of it either.

I'm assuming they had a bug of some sort, but who knows....I wonder what tomorrow will bring??? Oh right, Glenn's mom is here tomorrow, should I tell her to wear a smock?