And babies will be babies. I know some of the things Josiah is up to these days are typical of a lot of babies, especially with the strong-willed, get-going, active personality like I believe he has. I also know I’m “in for it” with the precocious boy thing. As I’ve been reading “Bringing Up Boys” by Dr. James Dobson, it has been a very good reminder of how boys are different, and what might be in store for us. Not that they won’t all have different personalities and interests, but knowing his father, I’m guessing Josiah is going to be an in the mud kind of kid.
I got a great deal on a Tonka dump truck and a kid rug with a construction theme on it at a consignment sale. (Of course, dually appropriate because of my previous experience and interest in civil engineering and construction). Anyway, I figured the rug would be good at this point to put down in the Living Room or his room so he can crawl on something other than the laminate floors. (well, learn to crawl anyway).
But a story about the kid’s rug. I noticed it seemed a little dingy, but I thought some cleaning might spruce it up, and that basically it was going to get dirty anyway, so why not? I took it into the bathroom and hosed it off, scrubbed with green cleaner, and then kept hosing it with the shower faucet.
Tons of dirt and grime ran out of the carpet and down the drain. As I sat there for a few minutes just watching this grime wash down the drain. I had a feeling that this image might well represent part of the next dozen years of my life…watching the tons of dirt and grime wash down the drain. I don’t know…that was just the experience I had as I sat there; and I wasn’t down about it or anything, just preparing myself with a deep breath for what may be to come raising a little guy.
The carpet did come out much brighter and cleaner! it was very exciting.
The next story came while I was taking photos of some of my sewing projects.
I’ll let these pictures tell the story…
Yes, that’s him looking cute, spitting up and then playing with it. I set the camera down before he started tasting it. Yummy. Fun times…fun times. I love the little rugrat, though.
