First thing on the agenda is the cleaning up of "old business." Isaac's bowels and kidneys are firm adherents of Parliamentary Procedure. Usually, I get the diaper changed while Shannon gets a bottle ready. TEAMWORK! However, since Isaac has recently discovered that he has feet (he approves), his first diaper of the morning has become REALLY DAMN HARD to get on. It's like trying to do origami while getting attacked by midgets. Limbs are flying everywhere, the process is frustrating beyond belief, and the end result is so embarrassing (and sometimes leaky) that Shannon's beginning to think I may be palsied.
I think this is the thing with parenting. Every damn time you get into any kind of groove as a parent, the little angel-bastard flips the f##king script on you. You win again, child. But I WILL BE BACK!!!!!