The (Im)Perfect Morning
I love to wake up listening to the sounds of Micah playing in his bed. Don't tell the American Pediatric Association, but we put stuff in there besides just the baby. Micah always sleeps with a myriad of toys and books and loveys. There is always, always a fabric book, a baby board book, Llama, his Monkey that my brother got for him when Micah was just 10 weeks old and so tiny, Uga from Jared's brother and another gift when Micah was still in NICU, Big Lovey (thanks, Ms. Becky Clement!), and at least one -- but usually all three -- mini loveys. It sounds like a lot, I guess, now that it's all written out, but it's our system and it works wonderfully.
This morning was one of those when Micah woke up, rolled over and met a Friend, and played and talked and sang. It's delightful. If it were at all possible, I would bottle up the joy of hearing him playing so sweetly and sprinkle it over the roughest parts of our world, thereby ensuring World Peace. I'm telling you, it would work!
When I got up to get Micah out of bed, he looked up from his Friends and grinned so huge that I swear to you I felt my heart swell. Another magical part of every morning, even the ones when Micah wakes up sad or grumpy, is the morning hug complete with hug grunts, which Micah learned a couple of weeks ago. Adorable!
We carried on with our normal routine: scoop up baby, get hugs (with sweet, tiny grunts), change stinky pants (hmm, not too stinky today!), say good morning to Daddy, jump on Daddy, pull Daddy's hair, kiss Daddy, jump on Daddy, play in the living room for a few minutes until Breakfast. Normal. We did all of that today. And, we did a little more.
You see, my kid knows how to get out of diapers. And, I know that. I also know about the rule to always keep some sort of bottoms on him like a snapping onesie or pants. I know because I made the rule! But, this morning I let Micah wander around in his diaper. When I looked down at him, where he was sitting at my feet, I saw that he was butt-naked! I laughed a little because that's just cute! I stopped when I saw the diaper covered in poo, the pile of poo beside the diaper, and the poo smeared all over the floor, some nearby cords, the TV table, laptop, Micah and his helmet, and me! Aahhhh! Luckily, Jared was still here and we scrubbed it up with a homemade remedy for such things that we learned by having inside dogs: vinegar, warm water, and a little dish soap. It worked like magic, but it took both of us scrubbing to get it all up. Micah was thrilled because it meant he got to have a bath again, even though he'd just had one last night! Sweet deal for Micah!
