I've been reading a lot about babies lately so I thought maybe I'd write a short little blog about my baby brother and stuff.
You've seen him here. His name is ONeill.

Anyways. So my senior year of high school a shit load of the girls in my grades started having kids. And not like "Fuck I got pregnant but I don't believe in abortion so I'll have the kid" situations. But like "I want to have a kid so I'll have sex as often as possible unprotected until I do." situations. Crazy right? Shit I still keep in touch with those girls via facebook and surprisingly they are still completely happy with their choice.
Though one girl was hoping she could get married to the guy. She thought she had actually fallen in love in high school (laughable. like I said I don't believe in high school romances working out) and she ended up never marrying the guy. But in the end she's still completely happy about having a kid. She's crazy over the little guy.
Anyways, I guess it goes to show that even though I think having a kid early is one of the stupidest and most irresponsible things a person can do, it doesn't necessarily mean that you'll end up unhappy with the choice. But then again, who knows what she'll be thinking years from now. Their kids are only averaging 2 years old. They have a long way to go. I think that, while they will of course still love their kid and never want to give them up, they'll come to agree that they wish they would have waited.

Around the same time my mom got pregnant my friend's sister, Jennifer, got pregnant. Jennifer ended up having her baby four months earlier than my mom and all was cool.
But see, my friend Max thinks very highly of himself and his heritage. He's German and he really does believe that they're the master race. So when my brother was born he would always say that, "You're brother is going to end up stupid because he's a spic." and I would retort with, "Well your nephew is going to end up ugly with a small penis because he's a Nazi."
And guess what? I was right . Obviously I don't know about the small penis part, but I've heard genetically Germans have smaller penises and trust me, Max is pretty fucking tiny. So he holds up that reputation. lol.
That kid turned up pretty goddamn ugly when he was younger. I remember, after max kept pushing me, I decided to put up pictures of both kids on a forum and let others decide.
On the poll my baby brother got approx 320 something votes saying he was cuter and my friends nephew only got 2. Yes, thats right. 2. I just had to laugh.
I never told him about it because I knew it was pretty mean. Especially the comments! People commented on the pictures and they kept mentioning how the other baby looked like it had a horrible skin disease and was sick and dying.
HAH! I remember this one girl posted a picture of her baby girl and was like, "It doesnt matter because my baby is cuter than both of yours!". And let me tell you, hers was no prize either. I didn't say anything though. I was like like, "lol okay. She's cute." but really, she looked like an obese teenage girl with a buzz cut. I remember a couple days after all this happened, someone posted a thread called "forum's ugliest users." and they posted pictures of the users who were thought to be the ugliest. The baby girl was among them. LOL

Im sorry Im sorry. I know I'm being mean. If it makes you feel better, my friends nephew has grown up and is looking pretty goddamn cute right about now!

ANYWAYS! lol

So I thought maybe I'd explain what happened a few days ago. And I know that almost everyone with a baby goes through this but just bear with the story.

My mom had called me to come over and babysit ONeill. I made it over right as she was leaving. She told me that she had left him with a bottle in the crib and he should be falling asleep. My step dad (Kevin) was home but because he's such a man he has trouble taking care of the baby by himself.
When I walk in I see my step dad at the table working on some paper work. Behind him is a little TV with ONeill on it. We keep a camera on ONeill to make sure he's okay.
So after about 30 minutes ONeill still hasn't quieted down. So I decide to go in there. I check his diaper and sure enough he had poo'd. Kevin has a thing about poo, he doesnt like it and it makes he want to vomit so thats the main reason he always needs someone with him while babysitting ONeill.
ONeill's poo looked like an explosion and the poo was sick and thick in a watery way. My step dad described it like a slushie or smoothie.
So I changed him and after a couple of minutes of letting him walk around I put him back in the crib. I thought that for sure the reason he didn't fall asleep was because of his full diaper.
So I put him down and wen't off to me room; sure that I would have an hour or two of rest.
This part is all from what Kevin told me. Apparently while working on his paper work he made sure to look back every couple of minutes and check on ONeill on the tv. At one point he had to do a double take because he saw a dark area. At first he thought, "Is that a shadow?". But then he realized ONeill wasn't wearing a diaper and the dark area wasn't moving.
So from my room I start hearing, "Gabby we have an emergency! Right now!!!"
I run out thinking that ONeill had finally acheived at getting both his legs over his crib bars and had jumped out and hurt himself. I freaked out and ran so fast only to realize I walked into a room of poopiness! ONeill had taken off his diaper, pood in his crib and started playing with it! He rubbed the poo all over his covers and them started smothering it all over the crib itself! He even got some on the walls .
Basically my step dad had to swallow his disgust and grab ONeill and take him to the bathroom where he immediatly began showering him. I was stuck with getting the Clorox spray and cleaning his crib and walls. I took off all the covers and threw them in the wash. In the end it was pretty gross but at least I got it cleaned. And we had to air out his room.
We put new covers on his mattress and after an a couple hours or so we put him back in the crib.
I sat in the room with him both to comfort him and make sure he didnt do the same thing again.
Well we figured out my brother had diarreah. He poo'd, AGAIN, and it was so liquidy that it was seeping out and staining his clothes and even, the new bedsheets. We ended up having to take those out as well and just put a really fluffy towel down. ::le sigh::. Poor ONeill.
But after that everything was well and good. My mom figures that maybe he's getting too old for the milk and has taken him off of it.

I might never have kids.