As you all well know, I am both a spreadsheet geek and a touch paranoid. So I am still tracking in MS Excel everything going in and coming out of my boy. I routinely have a hard time marking an "X" in the dirty diaper column because Brady has a knack for producing a teeny something w/ every little toot. Unfortunately, Brady's dirty little habit has also yielded some bumpy redness. Poor love. Luckily, Aunts Ronnee and Holly supplied us with Boudreaux's Butt Paste, which is truly pasty! But watch out! After applying it and wiping the excess on Brady's bath towel, I read that it stains fabrics and clothing. Sorry, cute little ducky towel!I must also pay homage to the wonder that is the SwaddleMe. Our dear friends Alicia and Ian (Brady's BFF) came to visit us today. Brady was a fussy little fusspot. We both got all sweaty trying unsuccessfully to calm down while "entertaining" our guests. *Light bulb illuminates* Let's try the SwaddleMe! I strap my baby boy's arms down like a mental patient in a straitjacket. He quiets down immediately.
Infant Torture - Round Two: I attempt to take Brady to the post office. And I'm talking about the automated postage machine - not the line of the most miserable people known to man at the staffed service (and I use that word loosely) counter. He holds it together. But attempting the CVS Pharmacy drive-through was where the real pain was inflicted. Brady hit such an intense new level of wailing that Emma started to get nervous - giving me kisses as if to say "I'm sorry, mom, for whatever I did but please make it stop!" So we're back home and back in the SwaddleMe. Just look at the serenity it brings (see picture above). This picture was taken before Brady gave himself his first scratch (see picture below).
Yippee! Dad is home! See ya next time.
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