I got Landon out of bed this morning and turned on cartoons and then decided to get Novalee up and give her a bath. For some reason this always has to be a traumatic experience and she cried...(or rather screamed) the entire time. I got her dressed and put some soothing lotion on her (HAHA) and walked into my husband and I's bedroom. I was honestly worried that the screaming baby would upset him since he was still sleeping...but he reached over picked her up and she shuts right up. (Mommy Problems) I honestly dont get those two, they have a strange connection I will never understand. I honestly worry everyday about what she'll do if he ever deploys.
So I took Landon downstairs while those two were telling each other how awesome they both are (or I assume, Novalee's only 2 months old and I guess I dont speak Novalee...bitter? Maybe) I went to go get breakfast started and left Kung Fu Panda on for Landon. I was in the kitchen enjoying the silence when it dawned on me. It was quiet, too quiet. Terror, yes terror, if you have a toddler you understand. Took over me. I raced out of the kitchen to see Landon's bare butt and a pee all over the floor. *sigh* He took his diaper off (again) and peed on Novalee's bouncer. (Mommy Problems) At this point in my life. Bodily functions sadly no longer gross me out. I quickly diapered him and put him back in bed.
(Cut short due to my monster waking up.)(More later, promise!)
