Wednesday, November 6, 2002

Paulette got stuck in Orange County tonight (!), so I got to care for Jackson all by myself. I don't think this was the first time, but I certainly didn't feel pro about it. After dinner, we played on his downstairs mat for a bit, then I took him up to change him for bed. Then I remembered that he needed a bath, so I buckled him into his changing table, popped downstairs to fill the tub, then popped back upstairs to finish changing him. He was girgling alot (on what?) whiched concerned me a bit, and which certainly slowed me down some. Then I remembered that the tub was running! Normally, I would put him in a fresh diaper before taking him downstairs, but we had to GO before I flooded the downstairs neighbor. When we got to the tub, the water was far too hot (but certainly not at a critical level, of course), so I had to hold him and run some cold water. As he wiggled and stretched and leaned way over in my left arm, I was busy trying to get the tempurature just so with my right arm. Where is that water coming from the left? Oh DANG. While I was distracted with the bath water, he'd pee'ed straight up and down my entire front, sweater and jeans SOAKED. By this time the tub water was just right (I'm sure of this), so in he went, and I immediated disrobed to my scivvies. I felt a bit silly knowing I had to tell Paulette about my rookie movies. But she just knowingly laughed... what isn't she telling me about her adventures in parenting? :-) 8:04:23 PM