Mo guk

The title of this post is how Jack says "more milk." Which we have heard approximately 673 times a day this past week.

Normally, when we control Jack's diet, he gets 7 ounces of milk with each meal and maaaaybe a couple of ounces after his nap. But when the grandmas are around and he turns on his woe-is-me face and drags out a good "peeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeee," he gets as much as he wants.

Couple that with not eating much solid food -- because God forbid he should eat turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing -- he has been having some issues with the diapers. Because he's drinking so much milk, he doesn't want to eat much real food. Because he's not eating much real food, all that liquid just sits in his stomach. And that's no good at all for the diaper situation. And because his mother is an idiot, there may have been a period of time on Wednesday where he had a really poopy diaper for more than a few minutes.

So he got a god-awful diaper rash that included bright red skin and blisters. I was almost in tears because it looked so painful, but he seemed fine with it. Of course I am thinking if anyone saw this they would totally think we hadn't changed him in days and would have Child Protective Services at our door faster than you can say Pampers.

Today it is looking a little better, but I am laying the smack down. No more milk between meals and he has to start eating some solid foods. We will defeat this scourge!