I survived another babysitting.

There always seems to be just enough time between the baby's in my family to keep me confused about how to handle them.

In my hands, I'm holding the latest addition. He's 3 months old.

Bianca and I had to watch him last night while my sister had some well-deserved fun going out.

This one is different from the last one (Toddler Sam).

This one doesn't like to be held in my arms, he likes to be straight and look at the world.

His neck is already strong enough to support that goal.

He was pretty awesome throughout the evening, sleeping most of the time.

He woke up around 10 pm because he was hungry and he was sure to let us know.

Bianca took him from the wagon he was in and handed him to me.

While Bianca prepared the bottle I talked with him.

He smiled a couple of time straight at me, like real contact, which I enjoyed a lot.

I then gave him the bottle but he kept falling asleep while drinking so I had to nudge him awake a lot.

When he was done I held him upright again for the burp...but then...I felt a sudden displacement of air coming from below...

With a slight sharp aroma following soon after...

Oh no. He had burped from the back.

First instinct. Increase the distance between me and the danger.

I handed him to Bianca who laughed at my weakness.

There is a thing called diaper blowouts.

It's where the excrements of the baby creep out of the diaper and go to places you don't want them to go.

It makes me wonder how that's even possible.

I only put in 150ml of milk but somehow +500ml came out.

O man...it was all over his back when Bianca took off his clothes.

Bianca handled it like a pro, while I was assisting as best I could from the sidelines.

Luckily my sister packed a new set of clothes in the bag she brought and plenty of those wipes.

It was over relatively soon and the latest edition seemed to like the attention a lot.

But he didn't want to sleep after all that excitement.

Luckily Bianca is pretty experienced with baby's (It used to be her job).

She turned the lights down low, put on some vacuum cleaner sounds on the phone and wrapped the latest edition like a burrito in a blanket.

10 minutes later he was asleep.

Peace had returned.

My sister picked him up not too long after.

I survived another babysitting!

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