Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Phil came home on Sunday. He was gone 10 days.
Henry and I survived. So did the dogs. Although we did have a couple of rough moments. Like Saturday morning. Henry woke up at 5:20 am. I got him back to sleep and in bed by 5:40. When I put him in his crib, he woke up and then I realized he needed his diaper (and jammies) changed. So I changed them and by this point, he was AWAKE. So I started rocking him to get him to go back asleep. At 6:00, Phil's alarm starts doing off (cause he accidentally left it on when he left). So I put Henry in his crib and went to turn off the alarm. At this point, Henry is starting to put himself back to sleep so I got back into bed thinking I could get a little more sleep.
And that's when it happened. I took a couple of sniffs.
Cotton had pooped in his bed.
By the time I got everything cleaned up, I had to light candles in my room to get rid of the smell. I couldn't fall back asleep with candles burning, so I folded laundry. And never got to go back to sleep.
The next morning, Cotton threw-up. Twice. Because he couldn't get to one of his toys.
So like I said... we survived. All four of us. But I was extremely glad to have Phil home. Apparently Cotton requires about as much attention as Henry.
Part of what happened while Phil was gone... Halloween.
In case every other blogger didn't let you know.
My brother, sister-in-law, and nephews let Henry go trick or treating with them. So that's what we did.
And we are SO GLAD Daddy is home.