Uncle Pete the Babysitter
Uncle Pete came over today to babysit Miller. Ryan and I had a surprise birthday to attend and told him it would be an easy few hours. Little did any of us know...
Miller had told us he had tummy aches over the last 2 days and had a little loose caboose. He was acting normal and things had solidified by the time he went down for a nap. We casually mentioned it before we left.
When we came home, we noticed the hose had been moved off the driveway. We walk in and were asked if they had been out skateboarding or riding the 4 wheeler,, jeep, bikes, etc. Pete gets a look on his face and tries to casaully mention he had to hose Miller off. He laughed it off and we stepped away from Miller.
He proceeded to explain Miller had an accident while they were out swimming. He had to go but didn't make it in time. He was very upset because it was his only clean pair of swimtrunks. So, Pete hosed them (and Miller) off so they could keep swimming.
For those of you that may not know, Uncle Pete was the first friend Miller pooed on as a baby (and quite possibly the only one). They must have a bond. Both reported that each other was good and not naughty. Although it was messy, I think they both had fun (and Pete was ready for some relaxation after babysitting).
Poor Miller had more issues throughout the evening. At 3am he woke up and Ryan went to check on him and help him to the bathroom. The poor kid's leg / foot was asleep and he toppled right over. That freaked us both out because we couldn't tell why he was so dazed and couldn't walk. He just had to potty and we held him until we could get him to confirm his leg was asleep. He just wanted to go back to sleep. After that, I pretty much tossed and turned until he got up, worrying about him.
Ryan was stopping to pick up Pedialite today for him to drink while they flew planes and watch Uncle Pete skateboard. I am sure he will have stories when he gets home. Poor little fella. He just didn't understand why he had butt problems. He was a trooper though-no accidents in his undies.
2 Comments:
He's part Sladky -- occassional butt issues just go with the territory. Next thing you know, he'll be worried about the dog jumping on the counter, eating all the fish and then throwing up! :)
Pete can handle a little poop. I'll have to remember the hose trick for Rylee. :)
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