This is a picture I took of Garrett at 6:15am on Saturday morning. By this time, I had already fed him, bathed him, changed him, and diapered him. This picture was taken seconds after he decided to poop into his diaper and a few moments before he chose to “investigate” my briefcase and then spit-up several ounces of his breakfast into the middle divider and onto a feature contract I had been working on revising.

The excuse used to be – “my dog ate my homework.” Now, it’s – “my baby threw up on your contract.”