Today took the cake and I found the impetus to start a blog and aptly name it after my adventurous child.
Sam will be 15 months next week. I'm not quite sure how that happened because I believe we just celebrated his first birthday. Alas, here we go.
We started out with some first steps a few weeks ago and now are outright walking, climbing and monkeying around. Which leads me to today. I was sitting in my family room minding my own business when squirt wandered off. He is essentially cordoned off in two rooms of the house where he can explore without too many limitations. One is our family room and one is the playroom. However, the bathroom is between the two rooms and I usually close the door to avoid the many hazards that exist. So I'm trying to do a few things for work. I hear Sam in the bathroom. Oh well, I think, at least he's happy. Its more of a minor annoyance to pick up all the stuff he pulls out of drawers and cabinets, anyway... So he's babbling away and I hear tub toys and what not. Happy kid=happy mom, right? Yeah. So then he starts whining and fussing. Atypical for a bathroom adventure. So I, being super mom, head off to save the day. Behold, I find my child IN the tub, eating a bar of soap. He now smells deliciously of Dove soap and is on his second pair of pants for the day.
Second pair of pants on, we head out for groceries. On the way home he eats the sticker that the bag guy gave him. Mmmm.
I'm not sure I'm prepared to handle the rearing of a boy. We have our hands full!
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