Haven’t posted a baby update in awhile. Tyler is doing great, we’ve (basically) worked through all of his spit up issues (burping him helps :)), as well as starting to develop routines that really work.

Word of advice though: Never say anything that the universe can use for the sake of irony. Just last night, I was telling my parents that I haven’t been the target of an overly anxious bladder when removing his diaper, while Liz has been ‘hit’ several times.

Flash forward to 4:30 this morning. Tyler’s really tired while feeding him, he wont burp, so I decided it would be a good time to change his diaper. I remove the diaper, turn to get a wet wipe, and whammo, he got me. After calling Liz to help me, we sit him up, and he figures he’ll go for the double and spits up all over me since I didn’t burp him.

He’s happy though - smiling and laughing (and so is Liz at this point). At this point, you just have to laugh - being a dad is the best thing ever.