We have gone a few nights with 4-5 hour blocks of sleep which have been AMAZING. Twin A has shown himself now to be generally more easy going. This is odd because everyone has told us that Twin B is generally the more chill dude. I guess time will tell.
It also came to my attention that people might be wondering why I refer to them as "Twin A" and "Twin B" when they have names? The thought is that the less information I put out on the interweb about my boys the better. I am sure that when they are 10 or 15 that someone would be able to google (or use whatever search vehicle is en vogue) them and come up with embarrassing stories about them. Also, there are a lot of weird peeps on the blogosphere, so I thought it best to use generic, yet descriptive terms for the boys so that their identity and security is preserved.
Now, back to the boys -
Twin A and I had our first diaper change showdown. The other day I was changing him and he sounded the butt trumpet mid-change. No biggie, just a little wetness after I already cleaned him up so I grabbed another wipe and cleaned him again. He decided to rinse and repeat. So I returned the favor, only this time, he nailed his diaper so I had to get a new one. As I am turning around to fetch and clean diaper, I hear this inhuman-like noise emanating from his behind. I turn around, and I kid you not, things seemed to be in slow motion, I see this liquid shooting from his butt, more like blasting from his butt, and splattering against the wall. Poo everywhere. Now what? I tried to clean it up as quickly as I could but before I could solve that problem he started to pee everywhere. Like a firehouse out of control, Twin A was nailing everything. Poo, pee...what else could there be? Decidedly not finished, Twin A next projectiled spit up all over his urine-soaked clothes. Then he smiled. Score one for the little dude.
Hee Hee. Funny.
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