Just when I thought I could celebrate victory...

Upon arriving home from work today, our nanny informed me that Jack conquered a battle against the infamous P. And for the very first time, did it all in the toilet. Needless to say, I did a little dance despite her funny look. When Joe came home and I told him, we both said a silent prayer that God let this continue, and frankly it made my night.

Until.........
<----Do you see that beautiful face??...My sweet Luke who was sleeping peacefully until I could only imagine the P thought to itself: "She'll (meaning me) will never win this war. I'll get her. Just watch!"

Oh did the P ever get us. Poor Luke woke up screaming with a hard little monster in his diaps. And after a bottle, laced with my own secret weapon (Prune Juice) and some "ride the bike, ride the bike, smelllll my feet exercises" (picture it if you can), he was feeling much better (Note the smile in the photos). Some would say today is a wash because I won a battle, but the P battled back. I like to think I won this one, but just when I started to relax, the P reminded me that I must always bring my A game.
I'll bring it. For now though... I'm kinda glad that I get to snuggle my little Moose.
Night.
~AC