Last week, for the second time, someone unplugged the refrigerator in our garage, and the freezer completely thawed. This is where I store my frozen breastmilk, so… yeah. I was not that happy. It needed to be cleaned out anyway, since there was white wine in there leftover from our wedding THREE YEARS AGO, but still. Not how I would have spent my Sunday afternoon.
Boo was watching the Bumby for us while I cleaned the fridge and my wife cooked dinner. “Want me to take him upstairs to play with his piano?” she asked. Sure, sure. Whatever, Boo, thanks.
The monitor was downstairs though, so we could hear the Big One join her, followed by our other son. We could hear the piano toy, and giggles, and chatter. Soon, we couldn’t hear anything other than shrieks of laughter. Every now and then, one voice would rise above the rest. Bumby screaming and cracking up at something. Boo shouting, “NO! He doesn’t need that lotion right now; what are you doing?!” The big brother signing “Na na na na na na, nanananana BAT MAN!” And then laughter, laughter. It went on and on.
I scrubbed out the freezer to the sound of my kids’ laughing. I have really never heard anything like it. Finally my wife went up to see what was what. Apparently, Bumby had pooped. The big brother was entertaining him, while the girls changed him. They had a little trouble with the cloth diaper.
Boo came down a couple minutes later and handed him to me. “You might wanna check that diaper,” she informed me matter-of-factly. The diaper change took almost as long as cleaning the fridge, and it only seemed to be covering his left cheek. “It’s okay, Boo. I am pretty sure he only pees on the left side anyway.” She smirked, and nodded, and then bounced off to do whatever twelve year old girls do in their rooms.
I have the most loved baby, and the nicest kids.