Big and Little C

It occurred to me, after reading a previous post, that I should probably distinguish between C the husband, and C the child. Let's be clear -- I'm not the person who lets an adult scream at her for an extended period of time (or likely any period of time). Obviously, the screaming C from the Baby Ambien post is Little C. By modifying this moniker, C the husband naturally becomes "Big C." 

This is only a default reference to his size since he is obviously bigger than a 14lb infant - Big C is not a large man. Just wanted to get everyone on the same page.

Now... last night was quite the comedy of events. I don't know how many of you have (or have had) babies, but I once read that putting a baby down for bed is a lot less like the Pampers commercials and a lot more like wrestling a 20lb bag of snakes. I'd have to agree. The boys are big enough now that they are much too busy to be bothered with cleaning/changing of any sort. If we only knew how many things they needed to do, surely we would understand their plight. 

To complicate matters, our boys have recently learned that their head is a powerful tool when they want to move. L can turn his head and somehow harness the momentum and flip his entire body in roughly two seconds. He employed this technique repeatedly while Big C was getting him ready for bed. Now, the video is only a few seconds long, but don't be fooled. This battle royale commenced for about 10 minutes. 

Pretty sure they were both sweating by the time L actually had a dry diaper, clean pajamas, full belly, and was laid down for the night. I know I was, but it was probably from laughing till I couldn't breathe.