I think Matiss and Lukas have come to some kind of agreement regarding parental responsibilities. As Lukas' primary caregiver, I find that I have the privilege of changing the vast majority of his poopy diapers. I used to think that Matiss had nothing to do with this - after all, he works all day, and he can't help that Lukas has his daily constitutional like clockwork, in the late morning. So on the weekends, I carefully listen for the explosion and pass off to Daddy, only to find that the sound was nothing but the wind....literally. I can't catch a break.
Last night I realized that something sinister was afoot. Matiss, being the wonderful man that he is, takes charge of putting Lukas down every night. This entails getting the formula ready, giving the bedtime feeding, and preparing the overnight diaper. Last night, however, Matiss was more tired and drained than usual, so I did what any devoted, loving wife would do, and sent him to bed early. I got everything ready, and when I went to put him in his overnight diaper....I discovered a stinky surprise attack. It's the ONLY time he's ever done his business before bed. Then he decided that it was party time, and started kicking up a storm while I scrambled to recover from the ambush. I dragged my tired behind to bed much later than usual, after much cleaning of various body parts and baby essentials.
Oh, and for good measure, last night he decided that sleeping through the night was coming to an end. I guess the more mommy he gets, the more mommy he wants. Now, if I could just figure out what Matiss is paying him...
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