Seems like I spend an abnormal amount of time wiping Oliver’s bottom. He goes through at least 14 diapers a day. His poor little rear has been taking a beating lately, as he has developed a little of the so-called “diaper rash.” We took him to the doctor today, so now after wiping the brown stuff, I get the joy of spreading cream all over that tiny rump. Fun stuff. I guess that’s part of parenting, eh?

I guess that’s it for now. I just heard Sarah call out, “Daddy, it’s diaper change time.”