When it rains...

It rains men....men in leather S&M paraphernalia.
Now, for a baby blog, why do I begin with this? Well, in my wildest imagination, I could not make up what has happened recently.
John's parents, brother, niece and nephew are in town. They came in yesterday and are staying at a hotel near the Hilton Chicago. It just so happens that the Hilton Chicago is hosting the International Mr. Leather Convention. (IMRL to those in the know). If you go to their website, you will see images of the cast of characters that were on display smoking around all of the entrances to the Hilton Chicago. John's parents have not been to the US for probably a decade now and they came here obviously to see their new grandchild/niece/cousin and Chicago just so happens to welcome them with a multitude of Judas Priest frontman. All I can say is, thank GOODNESS that THEY booked the hotel.
Today was Olivia's Baptism. She is no longer subject to spending eternity in limbo. (Apparently an old wives tale and not actually in any religious doctrine.) Everything was great: family and friends...John's niece and nephew were even called upon to take part in the ceremony (which I am sure they secretly enjoyed). Of course, though, Olivia has had a reaction to one of her vaccines as of late, meaning she has diarrhea. Since she is too young to take any type of medication for this, we just have to let it run it's course. (unless she gets dehydration, fever or bloody stools..then it's hospital time...knock on wood) Anyway, I secretly feared throughout the whole ceremony that she would "let one go" so to speak center stage at the altar...with the lovely reverberations in the church. Luckily, my worries were for naught, but I have a whole slew of new concerns now: because everything is running through her (quite literally) she needs to eat more...more than I can produce. It is not even giving her formula or needing to stock up on diapers, wipes and butt paste....it's that the few precious evenings I had where she slept through the night are now a distant memory for the time being as she needs to eat more. Oh woe is me...a grand finale to the maternity leave, no? And here I thought it was just going to get better. No, Olivia must go out with a boom [in her pants].