Whining Animals

Jared's new word is "dirdee" and it's a good thing. He likes baths and gets excited when I ask him if he wants to take a batch. His response is "Baa? Baa?" He can't quite say "ba-th" yet.

So he's playing in the tub with the toys and I'm sitting at the doorway watching.
"Jared sit down."
"Jared, move over to that side."
"Jared stop splashing"
You get the idea.

Anyway at one point, he stands up and looks down at his hand and says "dir dee".
"You're in the tub, you can't be dirty," I tell him. I walked over to him to find brown poops all over in the tub. Some were floaties, some were sinkers.

CODE RED. CODE RED. CONTAMINATION LEVEL ALPHA.

Ug. A whole bunch of toys got tossed with that episode.

What could be worse? Last night Jared kept waking up and crying. Around midnight, I walked in to see if something was wrong. He wanted to get out of the room, but I just sat down in the rocking chair with him. He was content and peaceful, but not going to sleep. Finally, I just put him back into bed. He cried and cried and I had no idea why.

Around 2:30am, Emily went to get him because he was crying again and brought him down to our bed where he was quiet, although moving around a bit. Not long after I hear the familiar sound of a baby throwing up on the bed, on me, on Emily. Ew, ew, ew.

Another series of decontaminations.