It's not as if these things didn't happen before Max came along (I mean, I still had Jared... just kidding honey!), but they were never so hilarious as they are now. Max just can't get enough 'tooting', burping, and blowing 'zerberts'. His favorite diaper changing activity? No, it isn't singing songs and playing peek-a-boo, it's nearly giving himself a hernia trying to toot in my face and then laughing hysterically if he's successful!
Another thing we've noticed is that now Ruby thinks all of this is a real hoot too! Before if someone passed gas, you may hear, "Excuse me!" or "Stinky!", but now, "Hahahaha! Heeeheeehee! Hooohoooo! "Daddy" tooted!!".
Oh, one more thing... if your 17 month old son regularly tears off toilet paper for you when you're using the bathroom and then tries his hardest to get in there to help you clean up, does that mean he's ready for potty training? Or just been with you in the public restroom one time too many? This is a purely hypothetical question of course! ;)
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You had plenty of an introduction to the male species growing up with your dad, as I recall from a summer camping trip. This can't really be a revelation. Just wait 'til he wants to write his name in the snow. :)
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