12/4/08

Did I say HAPPY six months? If Luke's first few days of his sixth month is any indication of what's ahead, then it might be a long one. I couldn't decide whether or not to post this, but when my friend Becky did a post about her son's poop, I figured I was okay...

So Sunday morning Ron and I were greeted with the messiest diaper I've ever seen. It resulted in an emergency bath and immediate washing of clothes. Then on Tuesday he threw up on me. This isn't new, so I made my way to his room to get him some clean clothes. While walking to his room I realized he was making a gift for me down below. So after getting our dirty clothes off and his dirty diaper undone I started cleaning him up. What do you think happened? He PEED on me! Yuck. And to top it off, he's woken up at midnight for the last three nights and I have no idea why.

I still love him. And I'm not complaining... well, maybe a little.

4 comments:

BKicklighter said...

I vote teeth. I hate the process of getting teeth. I believe that babies would have been born WITH teeth before the fall.

So sorry.

susan said...

That little monster! He's just getting his "youngest child" time in while he still can.

Stacey Wideman said...

Oh, the joys of parenthood...hang in there!

Love you--Stac

Lynette said...

Kegan went through a rough patch at 6 months too. I had to emergently consult my "Sleeplady" book and it said it was typical for that age. She straightened out after 2 weeks and all was right again. Hang in there. He's too cute to be bad for too long.