Second child?

With N:
It's 10 minutes until his next feeding.  We need to get things prepped - stat!

With B:
Woah, no wonder he's mad - his bottle was due 15 minutes ago!

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With N:
What, you think it's weird that we brought a pack-n-play, high chair, bouncy seat, playmat, monitor, seven changes of clothes, a box of 80 diapers, an entire tub of formula, 8 containers of food, and enough toys to entertain an entire orphanage for an overnight trip?  That's totally normal.

With B:
Hey buddy, doesn't this empty plastic tub look awesome?  I thought so too!  Cool!

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With N:
He need his dinner at exactly 6:15 pm, followed immediately by a bottle, immediately after that you have to undress him ON TOP OF the bed before putting him in a tepid bath of warm-ish water for exactly 13 minutes before reading him exactly two stories and saying one prayer before putting him in bed at no later than 7:05 pm.  Got it?

With B:
Well, he'll definitely need a bath before he goes to sleep tonight.  Sure.  We can do it after he eats.  No problem.  He's pretty flexible, this guy.

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With N:
There is absolutely no way we can give him that.  He isn't scheduled to try eating that before he's 9 months old.

With B:
Dude, are you eating GRASS?  Spit that out!

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With N:
I love you more than you can possibly know, little man.

With B:
I love you more than you can possibly know, little man.

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Some things aren't negotiable.