A beer and a bath

Sitting here drinking a cold beer after another "calm" evening. I see now where parents say that no two days are the same; it's true. It's almost like life is now a bunch of snow flakes - all are different.

Today, Jack decided to have his way with clothes and destroy 9 outfits. It was unbelievable. Whenever you heard Jack crying, you knew that he had peed through yet another outfit. Jack is now the Ninja Whizzer. We have tried everything from different, bigger diapers to the famed "double wrap," using two diapers on the little fella. I went and bought a different brand of diaper tonight to combat him so we'll see how that works (yes, I got the idea from going on line and reading a mom's forum....NO BIG DEAL!). Regardless, he has now waged a complete war on my diaper wall all by himself and is obviously winning. Aside from all that, I need to post another picture of him soon. Over the past week, he has changed DRAMATICALLY! His face is completely full and he is big (okay, big for Jack). Kristen and I came back from the hospital and couldn't believe how different our little boy was. Unreal how fast they grow.

So tonight was bath night. This takes three people: Kristen on point doing the washing and putting a new diaper on, my mom then taking the newly fresh and screaming baby and putting clothes on him/her, and me in a completely defensive posture, laying out new clothes, getting a baby naked to take the bath, and soothing a still screaming clean baby who is probably now in bouncer somewhere on the floor. Basically, I am just trying to maintain myself without being overrun by midgets, and losing the battle. How do I look? Remember the movie RUSH HOUR, where Chris Tucker is looking straight ahead and gets kicked in the side of the head. He then points in either direction (crossing his arms), and says, "I know someone kicked me. Which one of y'all kicked me?!" That is how I feel. I get jacked up by them, and don't always know which one got me!

I will now retreat to lick my wounds and get ready for the savages' next feeding in.....one hour! NOOOOOOOOOO!