The Dairy Queen Cometh!

Here comes the dairy queen, as my grandfather in law would say. So Jay (my husband) finally wakes up from his long and stressful night of 12 hrs sleep and grumbling, takes his son long enough for me to fold laundry, make some coffee, and eat a real breakfast. Was good too, haven't had turkey bacon in a while. So right on cue Bobby starts whining and crying. Jay tries a few things changing his diaper which usually ends up being quite hilarious because he sits at eye level to change Bobby, makes farts funny in a while new way. Burping him and winding the mobile only works for a split second for bobby. Apparently he is too sophisticated to just look at a mobile. Finally Jay gives up, " What is wrong with you buddy?" and looks at me questioning. Now that is why I AM . . . . The Dairy Queen!