I brought it on myself, you know. I *know* my husband is perfectly capable of taking care of a four month old baby. I know he is. He’s done it before, in front of my very eyes. And it’s not like Liam is terribly difficult to deal with. He’s got some issues, that’s true. And tonight, he’s exhausted because we had a rather “full” day. Of course, those of you who have dealt with four month old baby’s before know that just because they’re exhausted it doesn’t mean they’ll go to sleep. No, they’d far rather scream bloody murder. So it requires a certain balance of talent/luck/determination/cool wits to get that tired, tired baby off to dreamland.

Let’s just say, that Kile does it different. He has different methods. Now, these methods aren’t necessarily any less capable than mine. BUT, they are different. And they maybe don’t always seem to work as well as MY methods. See, I FINALLY got Liam to settle and go to sleep while we were watching tv and Kile was playing on the laptop. Then, I had to pump. Dun dun DUUUUNNN! So I gave Liam over and, predictably, Liam started to SHRIEK. I was just cleaning out the pump parts when I could hear Kile losing his temper so I went in and took Liam back. A little later, we tried again and I was able to pump. Barely, but we got it done. I took him back afterward and all was well.

Now, a short time ago, I realized I hadn’t posted yet today (not good for NaBloPoMo!). So, I gave Liam back over. Aaaannnddd… Liam spit up a little on Kile’s shirt. Now we will not speak of my own shirt which has been soaked on no less than three seperate occasions today, the last time just 10 minutes prior. But part of being a mom is rolling with the punches and doing what you gotta do first, and dealing with your own self second. Of course, Kile doesn’t know this little rule and he proceeded to frantically clean himself up with a receiving blanket while Liam wakes up and gets more and more upset. Sooo… I took Liam back. And here he sleeps in my arms while I awkwardly type away. Fun, huh? And I get to pump (again) in about 10 minutes or so. Pray for me.

Oh, and for those of you who say, “Just lay the baby down at night!” Very thoughtful of you. Of course, it MAY have already occurred to me to try that. And I have to report that NO, it won’t work. Especially on an a very, very exhausted little baby. Poor thing. Doesn’t realize he has such nut-job parents.