I woke up early this morning (for me). I got up at 7:10am, and then I got up at 7:30am for good. I got myself ready and awake before I got Blake up. Actually, he was already awake as he was stirring and moving around at the base of his pack and play. I love seeing the look on his face early in the morning. He's a boy filled with so much wonder, excitement, and curiosity.
He was also filled with a heavy diaper when I picked him up. I could smell it. I knew what I was in for, a poopy diaper on my little poop machine. P-U, he was stinky. I couldn't be mad at him. I was even happy for him. I wanted to let him know that he was doing what he was supposed to be doing. He got cleaned out.
I got Ben up for his sippy cup of milk after I got Blake situated inside his exersaucer. Ben sucked down that milk, and then I let him run around before I changed his wet diaper. I can't left Ben go without a brand new diaper for very long. I would be a bad daddy for doing that.
I felt really bad for Ben this morning as he dragged his monkey toy and tripped over the playmat. The monkey top bopped Ben on the left side of his face and left a mark on there. It was a purple mark . I've never seen Ben get bruised like that before. I felt worse (on the inside) than he did.
I redeemed myself by cleaning up some toys in the living room, saving him from disaster off his little mermaid car, and gave him a yummy breakfast and lunch.
I did good in meeting Blake's needs with the bottle despite the long spacing in between feedings. I fed him just after 8am and just before 11am. He didn't cry too much because of hunger. He cried because I didn't hold him as much as he wanted me to. I felt bad for him.
The two hardest parts of my day are getting the babies changed, dressed, and ready to take them to daycare. The hardest part of all is saying good bye to both of them as I drive off to work and stay there until before midnight.
On Tuesday morning, I do it all over again and will take Ben to preschool.
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