What?? Once a month is a perfectly reasonable blogging schedule.
I’m trying. Really I am. And, according to my mother and other most supportive friends, that’s really all anyone can ask.
Anywho, I was thinking this morning about Baby LLW and the huge exception he creates in my world of obsessive compulsive tidiness – no doubt because, especially when he was getting most of his calories from nursing, he was mostly my molecules. (As an aside, one of my dearest friends made this comment a few months ago without any prompting and I was reminded of just how much – and why – I love her.) Mr. LLW was in the tub with him for the first time a few days ago and, like he always does when surrounded by a pool of warm water, he peed.
Baby LLW, dummy. Not Mr. LLW. At least as far as I know.
This caused Mr. LLW to leap, horror struck, from the now-pee-tinged water. And I was all, “What?” And he was all, “Agghhhh!!” And I truly could not wrap my ahead around what the big deal was. I mean – baby pee? Really? In some cultures I think that stuff is used as a skincare product.
Anyway – just thought I’d share.