Daddy's Fish BowlA Clear View Of A Father's Family Experiences

Well I had a nice funny post about something that happened this weekend lined up for you guys today, but I’ll have to save it for another time.  After witnessing the events that took place in my home this morning, I have an even greater love and appreciation for Fefe.  We are both great parents, but I definitely think she deserves the ‘parent of the year’ award, no make that ‘parent of a lifetime’ award.  If winning means dealing with some of the things that she has to deal with, I’m happy being runner-up. 

The following video took place this weekend.  I must warn you, it’s freakin disgusting, but it goes to show the lengths that real Moms go to for their kids.  If you’re eating lunch, just skip the video and come back and watch it an hour after you’ve finished your food.  Okay, it’s not that bad, but still.

I don’t know if you’ve had a chance to mosey on over to the About section of the site yet, if you haven’t I’d advise you check it out, it’s a good read.  Anyways, in the About section, I discuss who this site is for and mention that it’s not just for people with children.  Remember how I told all of you readers without children that the site would reinforce why birth control was so important?  Well what happened this morning is a prime example of why you definitely need to strap it up or maybe even not have sex at all (okay, is that taking it too far?) if you aren’t ready to deal with the scenario that I’m about to describe.

This morning started out like any other weekday morning.  Tre woke up around 7am, I pretend that I don’t hear him crying in the baby monitor long enough for Fefe to go get him, that way I can get a few extra minutes of sleep before getting ready for work. You know, the normal routine.  Hey, don’t look down on me for acting as if I don’t hear my child screaming Dada in the morning; I’m sure all of you hit the snooze button on your alarm plenty of times! This is the same principle.

Fefe wakes up and goes to grab him, mind you she’s still half sleep and his room is dark.  They go downstairs and I wake up and head to the bathroom to start getting ready for work.  About 3 minutes later as I’m brushing my teeth, the bathroom door swings open as if the feds had bust it down to serve an outstanding warrant.  I turn around toothbrush in hand ready to use it as a weapon if necessary and see Fefe and Tre.  As my heartbeat returned back to normal, I notice that Tre is smiling, but Fefe, not so much.  She begins to run water in the bathtub & I ask her what’s wrong, thinking she’s upset that she had to wake up so early.  She responds with “look at your boy”, so I glance at Tre and see some brown stuff on his face and ask her if she was upset because he was eating chocolate or something?  She says, “It’s not chocolate, it’s SHIT, and it’s everywhere!!!”  (See, I told you that she curses like a sailor).

Apparently, while Tre was waiting for someone to come and get him this morning, he decided that it would be cool to stick his hands in his diaper in an attempt to find some sort of hidden treasure.  He had “stink” (as we call it in our house) on his hands, on his clothes, on his face, it was literally everywhere.  Since she was sleepy, his room was dark, and she picked him up to carry him downstairs, it was probably all over her as well.  But I wouldn’t dare bring this up at this point in time; I just conveniently made my exit from the bathroom & prayed that it hadn’t got in her hair, for Tre’s sake. 

She washed him up, and then went on to inspect his room, which wasn’t as bad as we had thought.  After she finished, they were once again best buddies.  I tip my hat to the woman; because had it been the other way around and I was the first officer on the scene, boy oh boy, it would have been a different story.  I probably would have tied some plastic bags around his hands and left him in his room until Fefe woke up to rescue him.  When it comes to the yucky disgusting stuff, I’m laissez-faire, but Fefe steps up and carries us through it.