My Little Squee

I had to go pick up my Little Williker from the sitter this morning. Now he's in my arms where he should be! It's so nice to have him home even though he has just now started screaming like a banshee. He's screaming because he's gassy. And he's pooping. I can smell it. There's nothing else that smells like baby poop. Except all 3 of my kids' baby poop. The Girlie and The Pod Pie smelled exactly like KFC's Original Recipe fried chicken. Not the extra crispy. The Original Recipe. Kinda makes ya want to run out and get a big ol' bucket, doesn't it? And Jack? Jack smells - well - like raw sewage. Always has. Partly because he was constipated so much of the time and partly because he's now on a soy formula. I think mostly it's because Jack finds it so entertaining to sneak out a diaper bomb when no one's looking! Thanks to the Simply Thick that a bloggy friend named Jeanette sent us, he's no longer constipated. Meaning he doesn't turn red and bear down and tighten up from his hair to his toes trying to pass a tiny nugget. (Another chicken reference!) So there's no warning. And all eyes turn to Jack amid much shouted "Ewwws!" And he thinks this is funny. I'll go change him...

So the plan is to soak up Jack until I have to leave him at the sitter's tonight. Yep. I'm going back to work. Tonight. The Olders already spend a few days with The Other Mommy every few weeks. She misses them, they miss her, and they get to see their Other Family. After so many years under The Other Mommy's roof, we're a family of four parents, eight kids, two homes. So, The Olders are still at The Other Mommy's house, The Dear Daddy already left for work, and it's just Jack and I at home. It's odd, but it's good. The Olders get their special time with The Other Mommy and I get Jack all to myself!