Bedtime moments with Daddy

The alternate title for this post is "The 4 am Diaper Shift," so keep that in mind while you read. This particular picture features Daddy with his son doing a fond--though somewhat rare--bedtime activity: sleeping. (How cute are the two of them, by the way?) This might also be Brent's position at about 4 am when the scenario I'm about to describe occurs. (Helpful hint for all you new stay-at-home-mom's: The 4 am diaper shift is definitely the one you should offer to your husbands at least on the weekends.) Really, you should, because this is just too much fun for one person to have all the time. You finish feeding the baby angel around 4 and then you try to give him a few minutes to "work out his poopies" (or at least that's what we call it at home), and inevitably those few minutes are never enough, or I wouldn't be writing about this. The crack up is that your son goes from a deep state of hibernation to total alertness in less than thirty seconds on the changing table, and that alone throws you off at 4 am. But you carry on, nevertheless, and the thing that you and your son most have in common at this particular moment is your desire to be asleep. Let's face it: At this crazy hour, you're not on your A game. Your reflexes simply aren't quick enough to deal with putting the old diaper back underneath him when you can see that he's about to spew, so you go through another diaper in no time, and you're also not quick enough to prevent the changing table cover from becoming a war zone. No time to think about that, however, because now your son is peeing all over you and his outfit, and when you go to change it he looks at you like, "Mom, do you really have to do this now...at this hour?" (Of course you've contemplated leaving the urine-stained onesie on him, but thankfully your better judgement wins out.) Multiple diapers and a spit-bath-with-wipes later--c'mon, you know you've done this if you're a mom--I crawl back into bed just hoping that my body parts and the carpeting in Gavin's room are somewhat clean and dry. It's at that moment that you roll over and tell your husband, "Just be glad that you got to sleep that one out."