Don't cry over spilt milk...or any other liquid

Yesterday and today the Hemsaths have had some fun adventures in cleaning up puddles. Of course, there is the ever constant duty of wiping up spilt milk that makes its way all over Jason's face, all over the couch, all over clothes, etc every 2 1/2 to 3 hours. But the mundane spills aside, two more notable messes happened recently.

Yesterday, Jason was exhausted and hadn't woken up for his afternoon feeding. I had to go run some last minute Christmas errands, so rather than wait, I left Dustin with a bottle and went out to brave the crazy and crowded world of retail shopping.

I had just left Target and was at my car ready to head to Costco when my phone rang. Dustin was just checking up to see how I was doing, and I took the time to check and see how Jason was. The report came back that he had finally woken up, downed his bottle and . When asked what was so funny, Dustin responded with the funniest sentence I had heard all day: "Jason peed on his head."

It took me a moment to process that information and the corresponding emotions it created in me. There was curiosity as to how such a thing was possible. There was pride in having such a talented son. There was amusement as Dustin gave me the play by play of how when changing Jason's diaper, Jason had been a little cold (and all that implies for his man-bits), and when he lifted his legs to put the new diaper under him, he noticed that with his bum in the air the current path of trajectory led straight to his face, and how no sooner had he thought that, then the little guy proceeded to urinate all over himself. Apparently Dustin scrambled to cover it with his hand, so it wouldn't shoot into Jason's mouth. It was coming out between his fingers in little spurts, and just when he thought it was over and moved his hand, another spurt came and BAM! Jason peed all over his own head. On top of the curiosity, pride and amusement, I also felt sorrow that I hadn't been there to witness it for myself. But I was also grateful that I hadn't been there to clean it up!

So there was yesterday's adventure. Today's adventure came just after 8 am when Dustin went to take a shower and noticed the bathroom floor was flooded. Merry Christmas to us! Thankfully, the plumber was here within the hour, although he's been here for over an hour and a half, our bathroom is all torn up, and the leak still isn't fixed. The hammering, water pumping and pipe clanging noises make it hard for Jason to get his nap in the adjacent room, so he is sleeping in his baby carrier with his face planted into my chest as I type this and eat breakfast. Of course, with Jason on my chest, his head just below my chin, eating my bowl of cereal has proven a bit difficult. I tried to eat it from the side, but that was getting messy. I have finally resorted to putting the bowl above his head, which actually puts it almost above my mouth line, so rather than bring the spoon up to my mouth, I have to bring it down to my mouth. I'm sure it's quite the spectacle to see, but so far it's worked and I haven't spilt any milk on him. Of course, if I did, it wouldn't be so bad. He's had worse.