Saturday, September 19, 2009

Reporting back. As promised.

I'm sitting here feeding Luke but can hear the odd wail from the bedroom. As I'm wondering how long it will take for this situation to play itself out, in walks Greg carrying Joseph in his arms. Response time: good, possibly even better than average. Looks promising.

Greg walks over to the couch, sets Joseph down, and stands up to take a few deep, exaggerated breathes while holding his stomach. Ok, not so good.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

I just look over and say Greg. Whatever you do. Do NOT yack on our son.

4 comments:

Tabatha said...

Shared this with Mr. Miller. His response, "niiice"

:)

Cristina said...

haha, I love this!! Gotta love our husbands!

The Katanicks said...

Awesome... You are such a good wife!

Juicy said...

Well?? Did he?? That would be a good story for poor Joseph when he grows up. Jay is absolutely useless when he has gone out drinking, so I know just how you felt this night. Have YOU gotten a night out yet?!??