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Yesterday, Dave woke up bright and early, attended day three of the conference he was in California for, caught a red-eye back to Boston which landed at 7:02 this morning, took the T to my parents house, kissed Henry, jumped in the shower, checked his email and then by 10AM was sitting in the passenger seat facing a seven hour journey with his wife at the helm and a "the-worst-kind-of-poopy" kid in the backseat.

Yesterday, I woke up to face another fun-filled day of changing endlessly gross diapers, a task which was made much less sad because Henry didn't have a fever anymore and he was in a particularly good mood. We played a lot and generally had a good time except by the end of the day I had a sore throat. Henry was rudely awakened a few times during the night by me unceremoniously thrusting my finger into the back end of his diaper to see if he had pooped. I was convinced that every "oof" coming from the pack n' play was him working to expel the days solids in a decidedly un-solid form. I wish I had known then that the sound I was looking for would be more of a "squirt"; we both would have gotten a lot more sleep. Around 1:30 he woke up and did his thang, so I changed him and gave him a bottle, then five minutes later he did his thang again, so I changed him again. Over the course of the next hour we managed to keep each other up, him moving around his pack n' play just when I was dropping off, and me blowing my nose just as he was dropping off. There was much fussing on both our parts. After a crazy morning of feeding the kid, packing, and loading the car, at 10AM I was sitting behind the steering wheel facing a seven hour drive with a nose that wouldn't stop running. I devised a great system during the drive: an empty tissue box tucked away to my left and a full tissue box on my right (it was Dave's responsibility to make sure I had full access to it at all times); pluck fresh tissue from box on right, blow nose, shove used tissue into box on left. It worked great.

The drive was really nice, considering we were all really tired. Right now Henry is crashed out in bed, fast asleep, Dave is watching a martial arts movie, and I'm going to go to bed. I took a bath with a "Fairy Jasmine" bath bomb and now I'm totally relaxed and glittery, which is the only way to be after a day like today.