Last night was a great demonstration of the truth of this foundational biblical principle found in Genesis 2. This is, in fact, the first thing in all of creation that was declared by God to be "not good" ... it wasn't good then, and it isn't good now.
Joanna left Sunday afternoon to go to a church planters wives' conference in Arkansas. I was thrilled that she got to go, but slightly intimidated by the daunting task ahead of me ... being a single dad for a couple days. Of course she left me with detailed instructions, all supplies needed, meals in the fridge, and the promise of a sweet reunion in a few days.
So, last night was my first go round ... only mildly disastrous. Invited TC over to help out ... and cause I wanted to go throw football and Trey's not quite old enough, and Mary Grace said her arm was a little sore from all the clapping lately (she's just learned to clap, very cute). But here's the thing - I knew Trey needed to poop, and we're trying to get all that into the toilet for good. So I put him on, he had his normal stage fright, didn't perform (you gotta relax that thing son), and I put his underwear back on and headed out to the park to play football.
Really Robby? He had not "moved" in over 24 hours, what made me think he was gonna hold it til we got back home? And I left him in underwear?! Anyway, we played, he ran with us and had a blast, so cute, and then he kinda walked away and went toward the playground, next thing I know he's waddling ... and I'm kickin myself for being so stupid. There we are, no diaper, no wipes, no change of clothes ... and a load of crap in his underpants. I removed said underpants ... buried them along with their fresh contents, put his pants back on (giving him his first free*&#$%* experience ... hm, so it wasn't all bad) ... and headed home.
Well, that was just the first issue. Got home, put him in the tub, put his pants in the wash, disaster over ... so, what's for dinner? Mexican lasagna, excellent. It takes 45 minutes to cook. It's 7:00. Their bed time is 8:00. Long night ahead. So, we ate, fed them, cleaned their cute messy faces off, got jammies on, gave Trey his tea, gave MG her lotion, brushed Trey's teeth, made him his little covers fort, and put those boogers in bed. Nice, aside from a late dinner and getting them in bed late, not bad.
I went to grab my phone and see if Joanna called ... hmm, where's my phone? "TC have you seen my phone? Call my phone dude I gotta find it" Nope, nowhere. Uh, where did you have it last? Oh... yea, Trey had it. He was holding it in the stroller on the way to the park. Cue tape of Robby with headlamp on driving slowly toward the park looking for his phone on the road, expecting to find it in pieces. Got all the way to the park, nothin. Until I walked by the slide and saw it sitting on the ground ... with nine missed calls from TC. Disaster averted.
Well, needless to say, we all slept well. That is, until 11:53 when Mary Grace decided to wake up crying. But the miracle is that I heard her ... and was coherent enough to know to go check on her and make her a bottle.
Well, it's 11:30, and Trey just woke up crying, gotta go.
Hurry back mommy, we miss you.
Monday, October 18, 2010
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