Bodily function drama

Haven't posted anything in a few days because, frankly, the kids haven't done anything that interesting lately. It's a case of just getting on with life and trying to hang on to sanity. The most dramatic thing that's happened in the past few days is bodily function related. In my experience an unfeasibly high percentage of things concerning the rearing of small children centre around bodily functions. For the first few months of life they literally are nothing more than a small bag of flailing limbs and bodily functions.

Anyway, Fraser had done a particularly interesting bowel movement (which is a euphanism for "a shit that made me dry heave") and required a full body makeover - new nappy, vest, sleepsuit and half a pack of wipes. I was right in the middle when his brother decided that right then was the time to dabble in projectile vomiting that began in the living room and continued on into the dining room, and just in case it felt left out, a little bit was left over for the kitchen.

Three rooms in one sitting is an impressive feat for a two year old imho. I think I've only ever managed two. So, one child covered his his own piss and shit, with the other and most of downstairs covered in vomit.

All that was missing was a third child having an earwax ejection episode.

Sometimes I wonder if we actually knew what parenthood was like, in detail, if any of us would opt for it.

Who should be a parent?

This is one of my sayings I'm fond of, being meaning to post it for a while and keep forgetting. Not terribly appropriate given my previous post about my giggling son, but timing has never been by strong suit, but anyway;

Parenthood; a state of being best suited for people who are tired of having free time and disposable income.

Incidental comedy

Whilst I will moan and complain about the many many downsides of being a father, I wouldn't give it up for the world as it offers moments of complete hilarity that come out of nowhere and not only make your day brighter  but will, at least temporarily, eclipse all the pain and stress. I was luck enough to catch one of those moments on a photograph.

It's such a simple thing, a baby sticking it's tongue out just at the right moment, but it brought me so much happiness, and continues to do so even a week later, and hopefully for a long time to come.

Maybe I should get it printed, framed and put somewhere prominent to help take the edge off the 4am feeds.