Mountain Clams

Me with the baby

When I got home yesterday, the baby was not happy. He was fussy and fidgety and not in a good mood. Nobody likes a bad-mood baby, you know. Cady was sitting on the bed trying to console him, but it wasn’t working. She stood up and laid him down on the changing table and he started crying. This is one unhappy baby.

"What’s wrong with him, anyway?" I asked Cady. "Oh, he’s constipated." I guess I would be unhappy too if that were the case. (Though those of you who know me realize that this is rarely my problem in that area.)

So I went over to him and felt around on his tummy to see what was going on. He stopped crying almost right away, and gave me that out-of-the-corner-of-his-eye wide-eyed look like I was from Mars or something. Then his head turned purple and I heard a noise like a firecracker went off in his diaper.

The smell of this hit me, and I left the room for his mommy to take care of. It wasn’t until a little later that I thought about how that all went down. How do I summarize? I think I scared the crap out of him!

I hope he’s feeling better today.

Labels: life

posted by Brett @ 10:50 AM