I wanted to do an evolution of man progression photo, but didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings... although I think one of the kids looks more like a monkey than the other. You decide.
So the past 4 days have taken their toll on me mentally. The last time I did this I was 26, in great shape and had little to no outside obligations. In addition I had no idea what I was doing. Ignorance is indeed bliss!
After almost a week of 0-3 hours of sleep per day, I was up late the night Adam came home on diaper and bottle duty. In my crystal clear state of mind I decided that the bottles needed to be sterilized at about 1 am.
After getting the water boiling and picking up a bit; Adam decided to fill one of many diapers for me. I wearily went up stairs and did the deed. Well, not to be out done by her tiny brother, Grace had to contribute the diaper gods. What goes in must come out...
So I am sitting there trying to get Adam to belch for me and I smell something. Not the normal infant flatulence that I have grown so fond of... but a familiar acrid stench. What the heck could be burning?
Then in a rare moment of clarity I visualize myself a couple of hours earlier unnecessarily placing little bottles in boiling water...
The up-side of all this is that I finally got the jolt of adrenaline I have been seeking for the past week.
After putting Adam back in the crib... I RUN downstairs... fast! Sure enough the bottles that I felt needed sterilized were now a hissing stinky pool of molten goo, a la The Wicked Witch in Wizard of Oz.
Not only are we now short 3 bottles, 2 nipples, 3 nipple rings and a good saucepan; the house smells like the Woodburn dragstrip after a mullet convention.
We have since implemented strict bottle sterilization procedures to avoid any further incidents... I am not allowed to use the stove without adult supervision.
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