Puke City

I have to say, I love kids and I ESPECIALLY love my son. I love hanging out with him and it's been an especially neat opportunity that I've had this past year and a half to be his "primary" caregiver as Bridgette has worked full-time to put me through seminary. HOWEVER, I have to admit that i don't think I'm entirely cut out to be a "house husband." And days like today are a reminder of that.

Brennan woke up fine today (unlike yesterday when he woke up around 4:45am and was awake/asleep for the next three hours before he finally took a real "nap"). But after waking up and having a bottle and pooping up a storm, which I changed, at 7:30am Brennan proceeded to vomit up his ENTIRE bottle which resembled runny cottage cheese much more than the whole milk he had consumed not twenty minutes prior. So today, the day Bridgette had scheduled a BBQ birthday party with all our remaining friends here at PTS, I spent the day in various stages of lying around, soothing, cleaning vomit and attempting to get Brennan to sleep off his apparent virus.

It's truly hard to believe that a kid that cute could be that smelly and un-cool, but sickness does that to you, even if you ARE the cutest kid in the world. Anyway, that's how I've spent today, that and acquainting myself with this whole "Facebook" thing. Not sure if it's going to burn out like pogo-balls, blow up like the dot-com craze, be superceded like MySpace or be the real deal for years to come. We'll see...