Mostly because his Godmother sucked hardcore at diaper changing and putting bitty arms through tight t-shirts. Bless his heart for being so patient with me. Although he did barf milk on me later as payback, I’m sure. He barfed on Cousin O’Love too and as far as I know, she knows how to change a diaper (for a boy) and get heads through shirts. In fact, I once saw her set the land speed record for diaper changing in a department store elevator so I’m pretty sure he didn’t barf on her for that.
I got to hold him lots and lots but also tried to remember to share the babyholding. When he cried was a good signal for me to trade off with someone. (Someone = the mama)
But we had such fun at Luke’s party. Lots of kids (kept my distance), cake (no distance, thank you) and presents. Kid presents are awesome! He wanted to play with them all right when he opened them. Lots of strategic hiding took place, don’t ya know? Anyway, here he is wearing the chef hat (but not the jacket) that Duty and I gave him. Cousin O’Cool says he wore it while out in the moon bounce too. YEY for picking out fun presents. :)
Newsletter goes out tomorrow. Wish me luck! At least I finally got it out before the end of July! heh
I love how you spun that — as though his crying was a cosmic "sign" to hand him back to his mom. Looked at that way, passing him along sounds downright selfless! Nicely played.
Kids presents are the greatest indeed! :)