It's a freakin' gong show around here

That statement was made multiple times by my dear husband today. I don't know exactly where the phrase comes from....and am pretty sure it's not PC...but in any case, it does sum up our day. Poor Miles has been sick since early Friday morning. Didn't even make it a full week at daycare without contracting a nasty bug :( That's okay, though. The sooner he can build up his immune system the better, right?!

Grandma Jill and Grandpa Larry loved him up on Saturday while TG and I took care of business in Rochester. We found lots of things to decorate our home, including:

Tanner has a good eye for home decor. He gets it from his mom, and I'm glad that gene worked its way down to him.

Anyway, Miles had a 7 hour stretch of sleep last night! Yahoo! But when he woke up around 3am he had an incredibly soaked diaper...like probaby 10 lbs worth of wetness. Was he hooked up to an IV all night, you ask? Nope. Did he drink a case of Diet Coke before bed? Nope. His tummy rumbled and his poo turned from normal mush to pure liquid. In the middle of the night, of course. So we cleaned him up, gave him the bottle of Pedialyte that he was craving, and put him back to bed. Here's how the rest of the day panned out (in case you're wondering what the "gong show" bit is all about):

5:30am: Another 10lb diaper needs changing

7:11am: Miles wakes up ready for the day. And another diaper changing (which is not unusual, cosidering he IS a baby. But the whole liquid poo thing was already getting old at this point).

8:01am: Another diaper, please.

8:30am: Annie calls sister/auntie/doctor Elisabeth for some advice. Was his poo in liquid form because his diet has consisted of only Pedialyte since early Friday morning? Does he maybe need some milk to help boost the bulkage factor? Perhaps...hey, it's worth a shot!

8:35am: Miles gets a bottle of Pedialyte AND formula. Woo hoooo!

8:37am: Bottle not done yet...but new diaper is needed. Pronto.

8:55am: Baby is tired, mommy needs fresh air. We go for a walk and Miley snoozes.

10:15am: New diaper, please. This one is loaded.

Repeat bottle/diaper/snuggling routine until afternoon.

1:45pm: Poo is getting better, but still coming out. Now computer decides it has a virus, too.

We proceed to spend about 2 hours on the phone with Grandpa Larry trying to get the computer going again. In the mean time, beef stew is boiling in the crock pot (no time to stir or turn down the temp), Miles is filling his diaper and crying for more food, bottles are begging to be washed, Miles is needing to be snuggled, thank-you notes are waiting to be written upon, mommy is in dire need to use the restroom, daddy is bouncing baby and trying to square away business at home, the phone is ringing, diaper is full, baby's pacifier is lost, buzzers are buzzing, baby's little bottom is burning, and I'm sure another fire is burning somewhere and we just don't see it. Oh yeah - there's a high pitched noise in my ears, too.

Sigh.

6:15pm: My turn to hold Miles while daddy eats his supper. Miles is feeling better, but still has a bad case of the whines. He sounds like a lonely animal lost in the woods. Not kidding.

6:35pm: My turn to eat beef stew. Daddy bounces Miley, I put soup in my bowl and get out a glass and some milk. I proceed to pour the milk right in to my nice warm bowl of beef stew. Ugh. I eat it anyway.

6:38pm: Sister/auntie/doctor Elisabeth calls to check in on the little squirt. We chat and laugh, and wish each other a lovely week ahead.

6:45pm: Miles falls into a sleep deep enough for us to put him in his swing. I re-boot the computer, read a few blogs, read the newspaper online, etc.

7:32pm: I'm blogging. Miles wakes himself up by letting out a supersized toot. Time to go check the diaper....

A freaking gong show, I tell you! Let's all call it a night and snuggle in bed. Last one there is a rotten egg.