Good Grief This Blog Is Boring

I'm still in my events-which-I-will-not-write-about-(yet)-induced funk.

So allow me to share a humorous little story with you so you can stop jabbing that pen in your eye with the overwhelming boredom and whatnot.

This morning after feeding Liam, he climbed down off the bed as he always does and proceeded to crawl off toward the bathroom. His usual routine is to stand at the bathtub and push all the shampoo bottles in to bounce of the bottom and make a joyfully loud sound. The wonder of it all! The glee! So I was a little curious as to why I wasn't hearing these familiar sounds as I pulled on a pair of boxers. As I walked toward the bathroom, I heard another sound.

Splash, splash, splash. SPLASH! splashsplashsplashsplash...etc.

Oh dear.

I was rather disconcerted when I entered the bathroom and found my baby son hanging over the toilet, his hand fully submerged to the wrist, waving his arm back and forth with great force. The smile on his face made me smile too, despite the horrors of it all.

Then I saw that the water was not just water. It was water and pee and toilet paper.

Still, Liam seemed rather unconcerned that he was playing in pee. He objected loudly as I whisked him over to the sink, but his smile returned when he discovered that water was fun to play with in the sink, too!

And there was no pee in the sink.

So I was okay with it, too.