Last night was my first night of Daddy patrol with both Boys by myself. My lovely (bride) had Drunco. It actually went pretty dang dog smooth. It was like I knew what I was doing!

Boy #1 did the normal repeated watching of Hercules while Boy #2 slept and or rode my leg (Daddy trick to get him from being fussy - place him face down on leg, and gently tap your heel to create bouncing motion.)

The surreal part of the night came when Boy #1 was about to go down for the evening - and Boy #2 wanted to eat at the same time. Here I am standing (so Boy #1 won't grab the bottle and try to suck on it) while trying to feed Boy #2 while Boy #1 is tugging on my pajama legs. Being a gringo flaco (skinny!) Boy #1 had my PJs down around my knees before it was over. So, here I am standing in the middle of my front room - pants around my knees - not that big of deal until you consider that I was going commando - Here I am, bare ass with my privates out and about - Boy #1 is trying to go thru my legs now - tripping over my PJ bottoms - hands are still full w/ Boy #2 (and trying to feed him the bottle) so the PJ bottoms had to stay down - while Boy #1 head is rubbing against my scrotum. Good thing Child Services didn't do a pop in! My life is nuts (no pun intended.)