DADDY DAYCARE

What happens when Daddy is in charge? Yelling. Lots of yelling.

One Sunday morning, we were ALL ALMOST ready for church. Dan was going to help by giving Luke a quick bath and get him dressed. I was in the back finishing my hair and then I heard it. The yelling. Not screaming or loud yelling, but definitely yelling.

What warranted the response?

Well Luke did what little boys do and was spraying everywhere after his bath before getting dressed. And Dan? He was in a panic trying to decide what to protect first... his suit, the couch, the ottoman... While in reaction mode, Dan put Luke in his bouncy seat to start with the puddle. However, Luke was still naked while in the bouncy seat, so, of course he proceeded to do the other thing babies do. That's when I heard it... more yelling.

This time, I could make out a few of the words being yelled. Something like, "Oh. No. Mess. Everywhere. Big. Mess. Now. You've. Done. It." came out in between his groaning and over my (I admit) laughter. I came out console my mate and help with the clean up. But I also had to ask, "What are you thinking leaving a newborn naked !?!" So much for being on time for church.

What happens when Grandpa is in charge? Diapering. Lots of diapering.

When my family was out for Luke's blessing, the gals wanted an afternoon out for a little shopping spree. Dan was at work and I took the babe along with me, which left my Dad home with the two napping toddlers. We left specific instructions about keeping the kids away from doors, eating popsicles outside ONLY and we even had a movie ready to roll if necessary.

When we returned, the kids were awake, happy and all seemed well. Until we saw my nephew. He was in a diaper. (Good) A clean diaper. (Great) Only a diaper. (Okay) The problem? He was in LUKE'S DIAPER. Poor little twenty-something pound Benson was squished into a Size 1 diaper. A speedo if you will. I guess we shouldn't have left diaper sizes out of our specific instructions.

This made me wonder... what is Calli wearing? I asked my dad and he replied while pointing to her, "That." Comforting. "What do you mean THAT?", I said. "When I got her out of bed, she was wearing that." Great.

Turns out during her nap, Calli had taken off her wet diaper and put on her pajama bottoms (shorts) to replace them. I guess my dad assumed they were oversize training pants or something and called it good. They were under her dress after all. Thing is, those "training pants" would not have held in ANYTHING, so he should count his blessings nothing more happened or he would have been in Dan's club.

I should state for the record that these two very important guys in my life are excellent fathers. And I can pick on them for a moment because heaven knows how terrible I am with a golf club, power drill, basketball, guitar...you name it. Much thanks to you both for all your help as always.