Pee Pee Le Pew

So little time to blog! Staying home the past few weeks has proven definitely harder and more stressful than going working full-time. But, it's been more enjoyable in a way, too. Jamie and I have found that talking about quantity and quality of burps and soiled diapers has in a strange way made us a stronger team. Recently little Jack has had a bought of gasterial-intestinal difficulties. I'm not sure if they're normal (considering his parents' experiences) or whether they're indicative of some illness. All I know is that they're rank and they turn an otherwise angelic faced baby the little cutie to a full-fledged, eye-popping, red and green-faced monster.

Trying to determine what I could do to soothe his little tummy, late one night/early, early one morning, I carried the screaming lunatic into the computer to look up "passing gas" and "constipation". I found that a reason to worry would be if the poo was the "consistency of peanut butter" or thicker. Yikes!

Frantically, I tried to remember exactly what his previous dirty diaper looked like and almost tore into the Diaper Genie pail to examine the contents and compare to the Jiff we had in the pantry. Luckily, little man's fussing was too extreme to allow me to take up that mission, which was soon forgotten once Jack (and I) fell peacefully asleep.