When i promised, "video soon!" to document the 'crawling' for RM's fan club, what i really meant was the when-it-happens-again kind of soon that inevitably doesn't happen once you declare to the world they can see it, 'soon'. So we wait. Because we're back to the rocking and YAYAYAY, DAH, YAYAYAY, YA-DAH vocal patterns for now. But trust me, with mobility on the horizon, we're loving every final minute of the stationary-but-frustrated-because-i-want-to-move stage. You'll get there buddy.
So, i got pooped on today. I was trying to think of a gentle lead-in, you know, give you some preliminary explanation, and even now i'm really tempted to tell you all about how I was being a conscientious parent by letting his little rear air out, but the bottom line is, i got pooped on. He thought the aftermath was quite fun, and baths are always a splashing good time, so what's not to love about crapping on your mom's lap?
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