Yesterday I wasn't able to so much "shower" as hose myself off like a circus elephant. That is, I stood in the shower and tried to get as much of myself wet as possible as quickly as possible while watching both Fraser and Hammie who were in the bathroom with me. This doesn't really sound too challenging until I explain that Fraser seems to have finally decided that the novelty of a new baby brother has worn off and it is time to return him to whatever store from which we purchased the little mutant. This means I basically don't trust Fraser alone with Hammie for even 30 seconds, as I may very well find Hammie upside down still strapped in his bouncy seat.


Why on earth would I even attempt to shower under these conditions? Well, let's just say I had a rather hectic day (I had to clean cat poop off the dining room table, Pablo ate a banana peel and the stem from some grapes so I attempted to pry both out of his mouth, Fraser bit the cat, the cat scratched Fraser in the mouth resulting in lots of blood and screaming, Fraser fell face first on the corner of a book resulting in more blood and screaming, Hammie was insanely fussy for unknown reasons, every time Hammie cried Fraser cried and wanted to be held (jealous much?) so I basically carried both of them around all day, plus I put almost 400 pictures into albums, washed 2 loads of diapers and, obviously, washed the dining room tablecloth on the "sterilize" setting). So, at 3:00 I was still in my stunning penguin flannel pajamas and Fraser used one of his newest "tricks" (not exactly a word but more than a mere facial expression) to very clearly indicate to me, that I was..., well..., not as pleasantly scented as usual. Isn't he sweet?


The attached video is Fraser commenting on the stinkyness of our dogs, but you get the idea. I actually have a video of him indicating that mommy is smelly, but it is too long for the blog so I will upload it onto utube for those of you interested in seeing Fraser point out my shortcomings for the first, but I sure not the last, time.




I was able to take a real shower that night after Andy got home. Normally I wouldn't have bothered, but since Andy is away on business tonight I figured there was no chance of my getting a real human (non circus elephant) shower until Friday night. It's amazing how much you miss the little things.


This other video of Hammie shows him working on keeping his head up and is included basically to show my mother that, despite a less-that-American-academy-of-pediatricians-recommended-amount-of-tummy-time Hammie doesn't simply lie face first on the floor like a jellyfish. He doesn't yet do push ups either though, so I will continue to work on getting him to try staying on his tummy for more than 45 seconds without screaming bloody murder. In the video if you listen carefully at the end you can hear Fraser on the monitor waking up from his nap.




Isn't parenthood grand?