blankets 0, maximus 1

Here is how my dastardly plan went down.

First:
start my 2 hour feeding interval - now I feed every two hours, which I decided to start at midnight this morning.
Take that, mom and dad!

Second:
Stay up all night from 7 till 11, playing mindgames on daddy. Heres what' you do:
let dad hold you and pat you till you get all happy and close your eyes.
When he thinks it's safe to put you into the crib and let you sleep, cry like a banshee with a bad hair day.
Wash, rinse, repeat for 5 hours till mommy wakes up to feed me.
Note: Dad will try to feed you to keep you happy. Although this might fill your tummy, don't let this stop you from your intended goal of dad's insanity. You want him talking to himself, spouting off useless trivia to get you to sleep. That's his natural reaction - trying to discuss inane details of things. Silly father.

Third:
Poop.
Or in my case, unleash all the stored up food in my diaper, which then leaks out from the sides, soaking the swaddle blanket, my socks, and going through to the pad on top of the mattress.

This will wake up dad when mom gasps at the size of the onslaught. That blanket won't ever be seen again. mwhahahah.