Tucker was playing in the activity center as I scarfed down breakfast when I saw it. It was an all too common moment – Me reflecting on how brilliant my son was that he learned to turn around in the activity center all on his own. Surely, like Einstein or Stephen Hawking must have (okay, maybe not Hawking) when the large wet spot emerging from the back of pants came in to view.
Shit! Literally. Crawling up his back much higher than I’m used to. The cotton diapers/cover combo does a pretty good job of catching most blow-outs. Damage being done, I enjoyed the rest of my tea. The job ahead of me would require all cylinders operating at nothing short of maximum efficiency.
Fresh Johnny Cash Folsom Prison onesie thanks to Natalie & Dan.
Most of T’s clothes thanks to Gramma Watson (he’s growing faster than I can unpack the clothes!)
(Stephen Hawking didn’t start suffering the physical limitations of his disorder til he was at university. So he probably did genius baby activity center stuff as well!)
He’s kinda like Ethan Hawkings