First thing's first. Liam is 5 months old today!!! What? I know, time is FLYING here. A few 5 month highlights:
-He rolls front to back and back to front. Crazy kid.
-He is starting to show interest in real food. Haven't given him any yet. Next month we'll try.
-Still NOT sleeping through the night. Goes down at 8. Wakes up at 1am-ish and 5am to eat. Is up for the day between 8am and 9am.
-He's a GREAT napper.
-Wants SO badly to walk. And by walk, I mean run around with Javen.
-He started saying "Dada" this past weekend. So smart!
Now for the latest installment of Javen...
Yesterday he woke up at 5am. Ughh...
Today? 5:30am. Progress? Yes. Still not cool. Let's go back to 8am, shall we son?
Liam went down for his morning nap so I decided to hop in the shower. (I was just giddy with joy to be able to shower this early in the day.) Javen was playing quietly with his cars on my bathroom floor and I was happily shampooing away. Little did I know he had abandoned the cars and delved into the content of my bathroom cabinets. I think from the beginning it was a search and destroy mission.
Yes folks, he headed straight for the NAIL POLISH.
Meanwhile, I'm shaving my legs and smiling to myself about this wonderful achievement in my day. It's going to be a great day. I mean, if it starts with a shower it has to be great, right?
I'm rinsing off the suds and peek around the curtain to see Javen nowhere in sight. And my nail polish bag is empty. There are 2 open bottles on the floor (still standing upright) and one of the polish brushes is missing.
I've never hopped out of the shower so quickly. I don't think I even grabbed my towel. I ran stark naked, dripping wet out of the bathroom to find Javen painting his hands with four different colors of polish. I'm standing over him scooping up the bottles and surveying the room for un-authorized shades of pink, red and black. (Yes, I said black. Don't judge. This pale skinned girl can rock the black nail polish. And no, I haven't gone goth.)
Thankfully, the worst of it was on his hands. A tiny spot on my cute decorative storage cube where he was painting and a big ole glob on his pj shirt. Furniture, carpet and bed were spared.
Whew.
Then I remember I'm soaking wet and dripping on the carpet. Not to mention I have no clothes on. Back to the bathroom. Towel in my hair, bath robe on. My cabinet is empty and my bathroom floor is covered with various bottles of lotion, mousse, hair ties, make-up, blow dryer...you name it.
The shower wasn't worth it. It just created that much more work for my day.
You think I would have
learned my lesson last time I was so bold as to shower with awake children roaming freely about the house.
Never again.