Cameronazolitin plus Vitamin A & D

Cameron’s butt. His bootie. His bum. Perhaps one of my favorite parts of Cameron as it is this little compact bit of cuteness that fits in my palm. Definitely pulling this post out for his first date. Maybe the prom.  Perhaps I can wait until his wedding.  And I want people to recognize the restraint I am showing by not actually posting a picture of naked Cameron.

On Monday, I changed Cameron’s diaper to discover an angry fiery red diaper rash. Immediately quelling the pediatric nurse part of me, I decided to wait 24 hours, at which point he still had a fiery red diaper rash. Called the MD, an outrageously expensive medicated cream was ordered. Luckily a kind Walgreens’ pharmacist didn’t fill the prescription instead offering to show us how to make our own version for literally a tenth of the cost.

And it was sometime during, or maybe after the mixing of the various creams on our table, that I realized we are fully ensconced in parenthood.

A place where medicated cream cocktails have replaced the alcoholic ones at a time when the alcoholic ones are most needed.