Ooey Gooey Mess

I am constantly learning as a mother. As a person too, but right now, at this stage in my life, my learnings are mostly motherly-elated.

Today I learned that if you buy egg-free waffles for your little allergic-to-eggs-Isaac, Murpy's Law says that he won't want to eat them. But your other son, who could eat the cheaper waffles with egg in them, will think they are just awesome.

I also learned, for the second time in three days, that it isn't just the kids who forget the things that ought not to be forgotten.

Two days ago I brought both boys "up da stairs" (as Isaac says) for their baths. While I was taking off Isaac's clothes, I turned and saw that Elijah had begun rolling the toilet paper into the tub.

I don't think I have to state the obvious, but I will anyways. It'll make for better effect. Toilet paper and baths full of water don't mix. Well, they actually do mix. They mix into a sticky, gooey, icky mess.

You'd think I'd remember this. But today, I turned my back again to take Isaac's clothes off and found a naked Elijah doing the exact same thing. More sticky, gooey, icky mess.
And more smiles. At least on the inside.

Here is a link to the post as it originally ran on my Daily Blog.