It was 10pm. Baby boy had been freshly changed and put into a soft, snuggly blue sleeper. He was ready to nurse and than go down for bed. Ryan was spending some cuddle time with Colin, talking to him on his lap. Little man started to get fussy. I figured he was ready to eat. I was wrong.
He needed to be changed. Again.
So did his daddy.
Colin made quite the mess. I about died laughing. I am just glad it wasn't me this time! :)