(and Daddy too!)
Well, loyal followers, last night we took one small step for KP, one giant leap for the BY Universe!
As you probably already know, last night marked the return of the DQ to the hospital. Yes, now she is officially Dr DQ! (Hmm... I wonder if she'll change her name... aw, who am I kidding, she didn't change her name to Dr Yarnoz!)
This left the extreme parental rights to the Daddy. Oh boy!
The evening started off like any other.... nice chill in the evening Carolina air... KP asleep in the bouncer and Daddy drudging away at his studying. (Today marks the official 1 week countdown!) Calm and tranquil!
This lasted until 9:30pm.... Then the Fidget appeared.... uh oh... time to get a-warmin'... Then the Fidget morphed into the Piglet.... go microwave go...
Got the sauce warmed up and popped it into the KP, right before Mt KPiglet erupted! Whew! Catastrophe aborted...
Finished the sauce and did the final burp. Ahhh! Bed time. Since she was in her drunk phase, I took the opportunity to check under the hood... whew, no blowouts there! Then I wrapped her in the Burrito. Then came the new invention, the Chalupa! (If some of you are not big TacoBell people, a chalupa is a taco with a pita wrapped around it, with other assorted Grade F beef products... but you get the picture.) So the KP Chalupa, is the Burrito wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket. Man it looks warm and cozy!
Then the KP was off to bed. And so was Daddy. Ham tried to get on the bed (somehow he knows that when the weather gets cold, he gets allowed on the bed... damn smart dog). But no go for Ham, he was rejected. Ahh the nice cozy bed, without the DQ.... ahhh!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
** wiggle wiggle ** **crankie crankie** uh, oh... she's sturring.... where am I? ...
** WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA** oh, damn... DQ, why don't you take this one? Oh crap... no DQ. What time is it? 2:30am. Wow!
I'm up now and in the room like a flash. Ham was up to, protecting the way. Good boy! I look down into the crib, the KP was up!!! Seems now she has wiggle herself free of the warm, chalupa outershell... leaving just the yellow burrito underneath. I grab her and head down stairs to the kitchen. I get to the microwave and fire it up. (In my Daddy mode before bed, I left a cup of water in a mug in the micro... ready to go!)
***WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" She's really getting revved up now! I don't think I'll hold her out much longer. I start sweating.... Sauce was still cold. Microwave's finished, and I plop in the bottle. **WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!** now she's really going. Seems that she is also morphing away from her cute little baby cry to this new little horrific witch cackle! Whew! When's this bottle going to get warm! Where's the paci? Damn, upstairs!!! Ok, how about my finger? No go! It's the sauce or nada! I look at Ham, who's looking up at me whimpering... yes, boy I know! I grab the bottle, check it... lukewarm is good enough for me, and pop it in! The KP loves it!
Hooray!
20mins later, after 3 pauses for some impressive burping (she really has my GI tract), we're complete. She's spent! Drunk as a sailor on shoreleave. I take her back upstairs, and check under the hood.... nada.... Whew! I re-wrap the burrito and put her in the crib... then I re-wrap the chalupa. She's out....
Soon daddy too. I get back into bed and look at the clock... 3:30am....
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
** creak creak ** The DQ slides into bed. "Hey babe, how's the KP?" I look at the clock 3:40am... Nice timing.
The next thing I know the alarm is going off. 6am.
We've survived the night!
Well, loyal followers, last night we took one small step for KP, one giant leap for the BY Universe!
As you probably already know, last night marked the return of the DQ to the hospital. Yes, now she is officially Dr DQ! (Hmm... I wonder if she'll change her name... aw, who am I kidding, she didn't change her name to Dr Yarnoz!)
This left the extreme parental rights to the Daddy. Oh boy!
The evening started off like any other.... nice chill in the evening Carolina air... KP asleep in the bouncer and Daddy drudging away at his studying. (Today marks the official 1 week countdown!) Calm and tranquil!
This lasted until 9:30pm.... Then the Fidget appeared.... uh oh... time to get a-warmin'... Then the Fidget morphed into the Piglet.... go microwave go...
Got the sauce warmed up and popped it into the KP, right before Mt KPiglet erupted! Whew! Catastrophe aborted...
Finished the sauce and did the final burp. Ahhh! Bed time. Since she was in her drunk phase, I took the opportunity to check under the hood... whew, no blowouts there! Then I wrapped her in the Burrito. Then came the new invention, the Chalupa! (If some of you are not big TacoBell people, a chalupa is a taco with a pita wrapped around it, with other assorted Grade F beef products... but you get the picture.) So the KP Chalupa, is the Burrito wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket. Man it looks warm and cozy!
Then the KP was off to bed. And so was Daddy. Ham tried to get on the bed (somehow he knows that when the weather gets cold, he gets allowed on the bed... damn smart dog). But no go for Ham, he was rejected. Ahh the nice cozy bed, without the DQ.... ahhh!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
** wiggle wiggle ** **crankie crankie** uh, oh... she's sturring.... where am I? ...
** WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA** oh, damn... DQ, why don't you take this one? Oh crap... no DQ. What time is it? 2:30am. Wow!
I'm up now and in the room like a flash. Ham was up to, protecting the way. Good boy! I look down into the crib, the KP was up!!! Seems now she has wiggle herself free of the warm, chalupa outershell... leaving just the yellow burrito underneath. I grab her and head down stairs to the kitchen. I get to the microwave and fire it up. (In my Daddy mode before bed, I left a cup of water in a mug in the micro... ready to go!)
***WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" She's really getting revved up now! I don't think I'll hold her out much longer. I start sweating.... Sauce was still cold. Microwave's finished, and I plop in the bottle. **WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!** now she's really going. Seems that she is also morphing away from her cute little baby cry to this new little horrific witch cackle! Whew! When's this bottle going to get warm! Where's the paci? Damn, upstairs!!! Ok, how about my finger? No go! It's the sauce or nada! I look at Ham, who's looking up at me whimpering... yes, boy I know! I grab the bottle, check it... lukewarm is good enough for me, and pop it in! The KP loves it!
Hooray!
20mins later, after 3 pauses for some impressive burping (she really has my GI tract), we're complete. She's spent! Drunk as a sailor on shoreleave. I take her back upstairs, and check under the hood.... nada.... Whew! I re-wrap the burrito and put her in the crib... then I re-wrap the chalupa. She's out....
Soon daddy too. I get back into bed and look at the clock... 3:30am....
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
** creak creak ** The DQ slides into bed. "Hey babe, how's the KP?" I look at the clock 3:40am... Nice timing.
The next thing I know the alarm is going off. 6am.
We've survived the night!
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