Blizzard #3

The third blizzard for the season hit us Thursday morning. Although they swore it would be worse than the last, it hasn't been as bad so far....again we were shocked that they could be wrong. It is definitely as cold, and we are more than tired of being cooped up in the house. There is only so long we can look at each other in the same environment, in the same pajamas, in the same housebound mood, in one week. Did I mention Chris has the whole week off?

Here's the big picture: Colorado has not seen this much snow since 1978. Last year we had a total of 30.5 inches of snow all season. Winter only started one week ago and we have already had 36 inches of snowfall, all of it landing in our backyard. Of course this has also been one of the coldest winters for us as well, and we just happen to have a baby who recently decided he likes hanging out in only his diaper. It's pretty amusing to watch a 10 month old try to get out of sleeper pj's that are snapped up to his neck. Eventually, we just break down and help him when he cries because both his arms are stuck inside.

Last night he ended up in his diaper because of an apparent weak stomach. He hasn't evolved enough to be able to digest books. These things always seem to happen when Mom steps out of the room and Dad is in charge. I was upstairs putting away laundry, when Chris yelled for me to come down. Miles was sitting on his lap covered in formula vomit, the worst kind I might add. Over by the TV was a nice little puke stain and Chris was shaking his head wondering what happened. I walked over to the evidence and found one of his books to be wet with spit and missing a corner of the cover, words and all. After sifting through the floor fluids and finding no library fiber, I resolved that the book chunks must have stayed down while the putrid smelling milk lost the internal battle.

You'd think at this point we would have given him a bath and cleaned the carpet, but us being well experienced at this type of occurrence, knew that it was futile and repetitive. I cleaned the carpet stain (which I kept stepping in all night) with a baby wipe, while Chris took off the wet garments and we called it "done". Now the bath might have been a good idea considering the heat in the house sits somewhere around 73 degrees, and all night the vomit smell kept wafting into the air off the sweaty baby, making us cringe and shutter, but who wants to go through all that trouble. I was sure it would rub off inside his pajamas when he rolls around in bed that night and presto, in the morning we would have a clean baby.....sort of.

We will be giving him a bath sometime soon though, only for something to do, because we are all terribly bored. I chuckle every time I think of telling my girlfriend how little we bath our child and how her response echos in my ear: "Christine, YOU HAVE PIGPEN. Miles is Pigpen from Charlie Brown." Little boys only get more stinky as they get older, so I promise Kristina we will start to bath him more.......eventually. I have to say it is not a task either of us looks forward to.