I got to hang out with Gunner and ABW's Junior tonight. It was so much fun.
Isn't he freakin' cute? He was kind of watching Lilo and Stitch:
And good thing I was craving boxed mac and cheese the other day at the grocery store; that's what he had for dinner (place mat courtesy of Faith's mom, cute little kid friendly dishes courtesy of Grandma San Antonio. Note to self: mac and cheese, children, and linen upholstered dining chairs are not meant for each other):
And bath time was the best. (Although I was a bit freaked out: I've heard so many stories of women leaving their children for "just a second" and then the kid is drowning in two inches of water and the whole family is devastated and....No, I'm not paranoid or anything. So I sat in the bathroom the whole time he played in the water.) At one point I told him "Junior, sit on your bottom." In that moment, I discovered a new level of personal growth; I never thought of myself as the person who says "bottom". Anyway, he told me "NO!" So I replied in the toughest mommy voice I could muster, "Do it now". He looked at me sternly and, I kid you not, started growling at me. I did what any clueless adult would do: I growled back. We both started laughing hysterically. And then I said, "Seriously, dude. Sit on your bottom". That's right, folks. I refrained from using the word "ass". Twice. So he sat down in the tub, and the fear that he would slip, fall, crack his head open, and drown subsided.
And he was just too cute walking around the house like a miniature man in a towel:
I'm actually looking forward to this age with Tucker. They're so much fun.