Mr. Grabby Poopy Pants

I should be in bed . . . but I just have to share some little tidbits from my daily life. Today my mom and I went to get a pedicure. This is something we have done often and WITH Nathan. When I say I can take that kid anywhere I mean it. He sits on my lap and looks around. He smiles at the ladies, reaches for anything nearby and drools endlessly all over the place all in his quiet and peaceful way. Today he thought he would mix it up and add something special for mama. He did all of the above actions but added his daily . . . um . . . #2. All. Over. Me. Ok, he didn't exactly explode on me. He actually very quietly did his business and it seeped, slowly, onto my lap. There was little I could do while my toes were being made pretty. So we just sat there. I sighed. I tried not to dwell on the puddle that was getting larger by the second and Nathan smiled on as always. If that's not the epitome of motherhood and the love you must have for it I don't know what is.

Lately he has been Mr. Grabby. He will reach for things more and more. This is less and less cute. I narrowly saved him from getting a full glass of water on his head, pushing breakfast off the table and, with Leo, moving a very large and heavy bowl at our friends house. He merely left his slobbery fingerprints on that one but he was close. Lately he will grab at my water glass, pull it towards him and open his mouth. When I tip the water towards him to take a taste he will stick his little tongue out and actually lap up a little water. He's like a little puppy and he's adorable. He also wants to do this with beer bottles. Cute for the first photo op and then not so much. Sorry buddy, you have many years to go for that first taste.

I went out for a bit this evening and when I returned Nathan was there on the couch, nestled in his boppy next to daddy, watching football. Aahhh, "what an angel" I thought. Leo looked at me with a different story on his face. Nate was fussy and cranky and otherwise not so angelic. But there he was playing with his feet (his newest, cutest trick). He looked up at me and smiled. Could have fooled me. He looks pretty happy! Ha! The kid knows how to pull strings and push buttons in this house. And he's barely five months old.