Oh, the joy of raising a son!

I am new to this blogging thing, but I think the events of yesterday morning certainly warrant expression.

Let me set the scene: It is Tuesday morning. My mom is coming for the day to watch M. K left hours before to visit a congregation member in a hospital hours north of us. I am at home with M.

M awakes at about 7:15 (late for him!) and is completely soaked through. (This is not new. It is happening multiple times a week, and we have tried all of the diapers). So I strip him down, put on a new diaper, and get the sheets/his blankie out of the crib. In the meantime, I decide to take a quick shower before M has his breakfast-- so I barricade M in the hallway with baby gates (leaving the bathroom door open, so I can see him).

I am just getting out of the shower, when I hear a rustling in the hallway. No big deal. I know M has a book out there that make rustling noises. But then something catches my eye, flying over the gate, and falling to the ceramic tile with a light "thump." Hmmmm. It's a diaper. A wet diaper. And a naked one-year-old is standing outside the gate, staring at me, and sucking on his pacifier. It was quite the sight.

At this point, I am amused. I decide to continue drying off-- after all, how much more could he go? He already soaked his bed and the new diaper. And then I hear it-- he starts tooting. So I race out of the bathroom, saying, "Come on, M!"

Usually he follows. This time he didn't. I turn around-- he has backed himself against the wall in the hallway, and is watching the perfect "arch" come from down yonder. I yell, "No, M!" but of course, he can't stop. He just looks at me and giggles around his pacifier. I start moving toward him, and he decides to step in the nice wet spot on the carpet, and grind his toes into it.

Okay, I am still a little amused at this point. I mean, beholding that entire scene is just too much not to find funny. SO, back to the story.... I grab M and we head to the changing table in his room-- and this time I put clothes on him to prevent a repeat diaper escape. As I am snapping him up, the phone rings. (Keep in mind, I am still fresh from the shower...)

It's Mom, on her way to my house, and caught in a storm. She wants to know what the weather report is. So I finish snapping M, grab a towel, and head to the dining room where my laptop is located. Of course, the computer doesn't run quickly, and then the wireless connection goes down. That requires a trip upstairs (in my towel) to the office to correct it.

Back downstairs. I call mom back, give her the weather, head back to the bathroom (finally). Phone rings, and of course I had left it in the dining room. Towel on, answer phone-- it's K, asking what the weather report is, because he is stuck in bad weather. Back to the laptop, gave the report, back to the bathroom. By this time, my hair is almost dry, and I am sweating from all of the running around. I stick my hair up in a clip-- a look I could have achieved without washing my hair.

I did learn an important lesson in all of this, though: Sometimes it is just better not to shower.