The Saga of the Five Sleepers

Supermommy here, back to regale you with tales of triumph over the Wee Beastie!

Yesterday began like any other day. Lovable Cuddle Baby was happily playing and nursing in his cute duck sleeper until mid-afternoon. I retrieved him from his swing, only to find that - yes, yes - he had definitely peed his pants. Catastrophe!

Off we went to the changing table, where I valiantly battled and defeated the Leaky Diaper foe. Huzzah!

At this point, I did not suspect that Lovable Cuddle Baby had taken one of his potions of Jeckyl-and-Hyde-ness-evil-turning-stuff-that-also-tastes-like-Gatorade. Where he has hidden them, I shall never know! I suspect the cats are his familars and they guard the secret. Perhaps with a threat of shaving, they shall divulge the secret...

Lovable Cuddle Baby and I hosted a visit from our friend Yvette. Shortly after she left, I discovered - horrors! - his yellow safari sleeper was now wet as well. Lovable Cuddle Baby pees a lot, methinks! Off we went to change him, once again.

Lovable Cuddle Baby now wore the ever-so-cute monkey sleeper with the Chicago Bears sweatpants. So sweet! He was looking mighty cute and lovable and cuddly when Trusty Sidekick Known As Daddy came home from the salt mines. Unfortunately, twas not to remain so.

Wee Beastie reared his ugly head at 9 of the p.m. as I was trying to get Lovable Cuddle Baby to eat up so that he would toddle off to Beddybyeland. I should have known, my readers! No burpies + eating like a little piggie = projectile vomit! Write that down!

Trusty Sidekick Known As Daddy helpfully said, "Ew." Caz the Cat said, "Now THAT'S a hairball." Quite grumpy and covered in milky curds, I stomped off to the changing table to do battle yet again. I shall prevail! Someday, dammit!

At this point, we were quite low on sleepers because Trusty Sidekick Known As Daddy has helpfully not done Lovable Cuddle Baby's laundry in over a week. However, being Supermommy, I had some sleepers in (gasp!) a drawer! Instead of piled in the hamper on the floor! How clever of me - no dastardly foe would ever think to look for them there! ha HA!

So, dressed in his Christmas sleeper that was cleverly held by myself in reserve for just such an emergent situation, we came back out, Wee Beastie vanquished and quiescent (or so I thought!)

Off I went to make Lovable Cuddle Baby some more food (should he ever return from the place which is not here where he goes when Wee Beastie takes over the body, where presumably they have Gatorade). Sadly, twas not to be an easy evening. Already on our fourth sleeper of the day, I was despondent to hear Trusty Sidekick Known As Daddy call out from the living room, "Um, honey?"

Sadly, yes, Wee Beastie had evilly forced his pee out of his diaper and onto his sleeper, once again.

I am proud to report that I finally vanquished the Wee Beastie fiend at 10 pm - or perhaps he was just worn out from laughing at Mommy and Daddy all day. We are quite humorous.

Luckily, Lovable Cuddle Baby took over right at the end. I'm SO glad he decided to come back! (grumble) Thus he slept for 8 hours and woke us up at 6 am, as per usual. I'm glad something finally went right.