Random Brendan News
Nov 30, 2004
I have been slacking on the blog... much to the dismay of darn near nobody! :) I have been waiting for a story that doesn't involved pee, but those are hard to come by!
Okay, last pee story, I promise. A few weeks back, I recall Brendan having the same clothes on one morning, that he did the night before. This amazed me. Naturally, I was very proud of my son. So I say to Leanne, "Wow, he didn't pee on himself all night!?". Her reply: "Well, he pee'd on his face, but it seemed to miss his clothes". Pure talent.
Brendan turned two months yesterday. He is smiling alot more, which really rocks. The problem is that he smiles whenever he feels like it (not unlike his sleeping and pee-pee habits). He seems to mostly disregard all the completely stupid things I do, in attempt to make him smile.
And finally, I noticed something strange this weekend. When a baby is screaming, trying to use a binkie as a noise barrier... doesn't work that well. I tried to get a nice tight seal, by forcing that binkie on his mouth until there was a big ring around his lips... but he was really good at finding a way for the noise to escape. Also noticed two holes on the outer rim of the binky. There must have been an elastic band in there at some point to hold the binkie in his mouth, as that only seems logical. Been surfing the web trying to find a replacement and failing, guess I will use a rubber band.
More Pee-Pee Stories!
Nov 06, 2004
Sure, maybe we aren't going to make the cover of Diaper Changers Monthly, but can we really be this retarded? Can he be *this* evil?
We get done enjoying our yummy braised pork roast, and Leanne goes to change Brendan because, well, there was leakage. Fine, he is sorta between diaper sizes, whatever.
Leanne is nice and careful, keeping the danger zone covered by a paper towel at all times during the changing process (cuz in the time you can reach down to toss 1 diaper and get the next 1 on, you are in world of hurt... and pee). Sure enough, he let's one fly. She is feelin' pretty good, cuz she was ready!
Oh, but he is tricky. Very, very tricky. The little bastard stopped peeing, and waited... patiently... until he sensed his moment coming. Oh yes, sweet sweet glory... a free shot at his face. Whammo! Then there is crying, of course. Apparently he forgot. Actually, he *doesn't* enjoy pee in the face.
So, now changing time has rapidly morphed into bath time. Throw on a diaper just long enough to get him upstairs, get some nice warm water in the tub, and... Oh. Wait. What's that? Warm water you said? Oh dear. Whammo! He marks his territory like the dog that he is... pee on the Leanne's chest.
I realize this is a pee-pee story, so I will just mention: Poo. Bath. Not that Fun.