During the landing phase of the flight, Jeff fed him to keep his ears from hurting. Then we were off the plane to the luggage department. Our bags were among the first 5 bags offloaded - again, picture perfect.
We walked outside and Bill was there with his hyper-safe, German SUV toasty warm and ready for the quick trip home. Jeff went in first, the dogs and took them for a walk and then I slipped in to await them for the introduction. Both Jake and Tucker were perfect gentlemen, sniffing, but respectful and very attentive. Again, couldn't have gone any better.
Bill went home to pick up Josh and bring over a gift. While he was gone, we discovered that Jack had shattered all previous records in the poop department. This was one of those "oil derrick" types that found it way along his legs, back, and stomach. It covered a third of his pajamas.
As we stripped him out of the soiled footie pajamas, he deftly lifted his poop covered foot and put some on his cheek. We found poop all over him. We then began to scramble, as we had literally just walked in the door and the bags (with ALL of the cleaning supplies) were littering the foyer.
After what seemed like 15 wipes and a couple of diapers, we had him clean and rediapered and were putting him into the last clean footie pajama that we had. Josh and Bill walk into the kitchen to witness that timeless, sweet vignette of a father picking up his freshly cleaned son.
As Jeff lifts Jack toward him, Jack decided it was time to remind us all exactly who was running this show and let loose with 2-3 rifle volleys of spit up, which caught Jeff on his chest, shoulder, sleeves and jeans. It only took seconds but it was widespread and catastrophic in its reach!
Josh exclaimed that it looked just like that little girl from the Exorcist.
More later; gotta get stuff organized.
Reminds me of a certain baby when she was just born...
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