Careful what you wish for

Hey! Steve here, I am a long time reader, first time Blogger, so please be gentle.
On Wednesday evening, Griffin and I were spending some quality time together. The Phillies game was on, I was checking my messages and fiddling about on the computer while Griffin was sleeping in his Pak & Play. While on the computer my good friend Geoff, which I have not seen for a few years started chatting with me on Skype. He was asking about Griffin, and the rest of the family etc. Just then Lil Griff awoke with a vengeance! He was screaming, he was squirming, he was throwing is head about and turning a deep red. After changing his diaper that resembled the beaches surrounding the Gulf of Mexico, and calming him enough to hold him, I tried to resume my chat with Geoff. The question waiting for me on my screen was “[6/23/2010 9:13:33 PM] Geoffrey : Is there anything you would find particularly useful for the baby or in support of the care, feeding, and general up bringing of said small person?” At that time, the first thing to come to mind, though not entirely PC (but it was just a joke, so please don’t call Child Protective Services just yet!) was “[6/23/2010 9:14:29 PM] Steveo: Duct tape!” Everyone laughed and we carried on.
On Friday afternoon, on very little sleep I was summoned to deal with a fussy little man that had soiled him self and was mid fit. While changing the screaming wee lad’s diaper, the secondary explosion occurred claiming more casualties (ME!). There were fluids and pseudo fluids everywhere. I was clearly out of my element, over my head and not coping well at all. Grandma Getman, stepped in and saved the day, and what ever was left of my fragile piece of mind. She took over and asked me to clean myself up and retrieve a heavy package that was delivered to the front door. I opened it and found 3 rolls of every color duct tape imaginable!! There were 24 rolls, each with 60 yards of colorful lifesaving stickiness. That is a 1,440 yard rainbow of utility.
The timing could not have been better. I started laughing hysterically. I shared the news with the bathing/ Haz Mat team up stairs (as baby wipes were no match for the task at hand) who were in the middle of cleaning up the earlier crisis. Everyone thought it was perfect and perfect timing! Even if I resist the temptation to use the tape to restrict future bodily fluids, range of motion or unwanted noises, it will come in handy repairing all the items he is likely to destroy in the near future. Thanks for the thoughtful and limitlessly useful gift Mr. Geoff!!