Last night I came home from work around midnight and Ben was on the couch drinking Midas Touch and Ollie was crying. He had been a little under the weather during the day, so I didn't think much of it. Ben said he gave him some milk, rocked him, and put him back in the crib, which usually does the trick. He didn't cave in right away, which is unusual, but I didn't want to go in and check on him, because that usually just makes him more upset since he hadn't seen me all night.
This morning I go in to get him from the crib and lo and behold, he has his PJ's on with no damn diaper on. The poor thing had woken up from wetting the bed. I understand that my hubby has been working tons of hours and he's distracted, but forgetting the diaper... really??! I guess I'll let this one slide, because I've definitely had my mommy flighty moments. I still crack up, though, when I think about Ben giving Ollie my weight control oatmeal when he was a baby, thinking that was what I meant when I said to give him oatmeal. Ahhh... men... I guess I can't trust the Midas Touch! (ABV 9%)
Saturday, March 13, 2010
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Update: When I went to throw Ollie's PJ's in the wash, I noticed that there was a soaking wet diaper that had fallen off into the leg... so hubby hadn't forgotten the diaper after all!! That's a relief, although I did buy overnight dipes which he had missed.
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