Wild and crazy Pennsylvania

Little boys are such an adventure.
Starting with birth you're dealing with things that little girls couldn't even think of. I'm sure that little girls have adventures all their own but only my experience is this little boy...and his little fire hose, which has a mind of its own.  I seem to be at war with my son's weewee...And it's winning.
Let's talk circumcision. You get to see them in pain and are not able to do anything about it. It's completely heart breaking. There's no baby Tylenol to be given, no shot of whiskey to calm their little nerves. Apparently whiskey's frowned upon... Who knew?  They just suffer through it.
The nurse said it feels like a really bad sunburn. Then it blisters over with the goo it oozes (did I mention it's disgusting?) and eventually, in 7-10 long days, it's all better.
The best part is the Vaseline. You get to coat the front of the diaper with Vaseline so his little dingaling doesn't stick to the diaper while its healing. Anyone who knows anything knows that Vaseline wicks moisture. Coating the diaper with moisture wicking vaseline keeps it from doing its job. I'm here to tell you that the pee has to go somewhere. Truth be told, it goes everywhere.
My darling Mason is on his 8th set of clothes for the day, if you count this mornings change on yesterday's tally. Its 1:30 in the morning and I have no sheets on my bed. There's a blanket, which was recently washed due to a mishap with another diaper change, on top of the mattress and that will totally work for now. I'm way beyond being picky. His little fire hose decided to go astray on this most recent diaper change and christen my sheets.  Technically they're mom and dad's sheets since I'm still staying at their house, in their room.  (Mason says he's sorry Grandma, and he's sure his mommy will wash them first thing.) Of course she will. Mommy lives for laundry, diapers and bottles these days.  Mommy also lives for silly smiles, new exciting baby noises and incredibly sweet snuggles.  It's a give and take, an even balance, and I wouldn't trade it for the world, pee and all.
I was texting with my sister Kellie tonight and discussing options to try and prevent having to change his clothes along with every diaper change.  I could coat gauze with vaseline and wrap his little weewee with the gauze.  Or I could coat the little penis itself with vaseline instead of the diaper.  Lets think this over though.  Would you want someone touching your sunburned private parts 10 times a day? Not me.  No thanks.
Anyways, in all this discussion my phone auto corrected "penis" to Pennsylvania. We decided that I had just accidentally named his penis Pennsylvania. That's a new one.  Wonder if it will stick? No pun intended.
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See why I named my blog Adventures in Mommyhood? Lord help me.