Wipes: For Baby's Amusement (and other thoughts)

Last night (...ok, really sometime very early this morning...) Little Bit woke up needing to be changed and wanting a bottle. I made her a bottle and then proceeded to do a quick diaper swap right there in her crib. Baby rule #876: Never wake up a tired baby more than she already is. Less jostling, more sleeping. Hence the reason for the change in the crib. She fell back to sleep before I was even finished with her! Fast forward to 7:45 AM today. Hubby just called me to ask why there was a pack of wipes in her crib. Apparently, my fuzzy, 3AM sleep-addled brain forgot to grab the pack of wipes out of the crib and when Little Bit woke up this morning, she found them. He says there were wipes everywhere. While I find this terribly amusing, Hubby, unfortunately, cannot see the humor of the situation. Hubby also says that Kiddo is screaming at him, but at the moment I don't know why. I'm sure I'll find out later, though. I guess I just find this whole thing funny because I'm at work and not at home suffering through the clean up and the screaming. Hubby does such a good job. It's really no wonder both the kids prefer their daddy. Kiddo spent the majority of his evening last night in his room with instructions to pick up his toys. This he did not do, even with the understanding that he did not get to go outside to play until the toys were put away. He really didn't want to eat his dinner, but eventually got enough ingested to satisfy me. Then, because he was a screaming, melt-down, didn't-take-a-nap-today mess, he went to bed at 7PM. No outside. No TV. Just bed. He fought me for approximately five minutes before he succumbed to the soft blankets and was snoring like a champ. Little Bit went to bed without incident, too. So, instead of finishing the laundry (as I had intended to do), I put on the SciFi channel and watched Ghost Hunters. Creepy stuff. Almost enough to make me want to sleep with the lights on last night. But I'm a big girl and managed to console myself that my house is not haunted and that the fickle street lamp outside our bedroom window provided enough light to see through the entire house! I did make it a point to go to bed at the same time Hubby did, though. And don't think that I didn't hear about that. On a side note: I don't know how we can expect Kiddo to keep his room picked up if we don't pick up the rest of the house. He's learning from two admittedly lazy people that housework is hard and therefore just not worth doing. Of course, that's not really the truth, but tell that to a 4-year old. Anyway - I guess that's it for today. I've got several more things I want to say, but I'd be going on forever and I suppose no one really wants to hear it anyway. (Hey, AC! I hope and pray you're feeling better.) TTFN JMS