Adventures in parenting!

Those of you who are parents will really appreciate this. Those of you who are not, you will see what you have to look forward to.

All was calm at the Wookiee Lair last night. I had a long day of watching Elmo, Mickey Mouse, the Backyardigans and Wonder Pets (I really hate that show)!

I gave Wookiee Jr. his bath and put him in his jammers (pajamas for those of you without children)and we hung out it until it was his bedtime.

Putting WJ (Wookiee Jr.) to bed can be a real ordeal sometimes. He needs this particular blankie, Mickey Mouse or his stuffed tiger, milk, etc. If we happen to venture out of our room while he is still awake he is out of his bed wanting more milk. So usually we just close our bedroom door until he falls asleep. Last night went surprisingly well in terms of bedtime. Or so I thought.

Around 8:20 or so, I heard a thump outside my bedroom door. I figured it was one of our cats running around being stupid. It happens all the time. So I am going about my business when I hear my wife exclaim, "What have you done !?!?!?!?!?" I think to myself, "This ought to be good." Boy, it sure was.

My wife opens the bedroom door and in marches WJ, covered head to foot in Balmex. For those of you who don't know what that is, it is a cream used to treat diaper rash. It is in his hair, on his jammers, his arms, on Mickey Mouse (He had a "boo-boo" according to WJ), on his bedsheets and blankets, and a streak of it going straight down the middle of his face like he was an extra in "Braveheart."

Mrs. Wookiee snatches him up and takes him back to the bath tub to begin the degreasing. She had to wash his hair 4 times and it will take a few more cleansings to get his hair totally clean. The story would be mildly amusing if it just ended there. But wait, there's more.

Mommy takes WJ into his room for a fresh pair of jammers and to put new sheets on the bed. Then I hear, "Don't pee on the floor!" Yep, my kid had peed on the floor of his bedroom. He then comes running buck naked into my room trying to escape the wrath of Mrs. Wookiee. I didn't immediately answer her cries for help because I was laughing my butt off. If I would have gone in there immediately, I would not be writing this blog because I would be dead. I managed to get him in a nighttime diaper and his new jammers. We managed to get him in his bed and retreated to our room for a well-deserved rest.

Did I mention the irony of this whole situation? Right before the Balmex incident, we were sitting in WJ's room as the boy watched the Backyardigans having a discussion about trying to have another child.

After last night, I am thinking we might be better off just getting a puppy.

That is all.