Glad I wasn't in Mommy Monster Mode

This is James' name for me when he speaks to Christopher about me, "Here comes the Mommy Monster!" Well I was superglad today that I was not in MM mode today. Performance about not wanting to get out of the bath was rewarded with 5 more minutes with no water in the bath and he was as happy as a pig in shit manure. Unfortunately- this was to turn literal. An explosive bum episode. Before I can even register this on the MM richter, Christopher is squatting down and swooshing it around.

Treasures of the day:

That I don't barf. That being a mom has changed me and I take this in my stride. No problem kiddo. I am unreasonably grateful that I gave in to that performance and that I only have the bath to clean up (and my son- again- because now he has shmeered the stuff all over his thigh...oh and now piglet is coming along to join the fun).

Then watching my beautiful, clean ,now sweet-smelling son bounce around on my bed- grinning at me and eventually settling down to march Piglet through Sid's (my onceuponatimelonglongago, Vicious cat but now endearingly resigned to the little  annoyances of life) fur. Sid lies there, looking pissed off in the way only a cat can- but bravely holding his spot on the bed. Oh the indignity.