Messy Day

Today was a bad day. I just woke up in a super bad mood and was not looking forward to spending another day alone with a midget who can't talk.

So I had a little chat with myself. I said, Self, this little baby is only going to stay a baby for so long and then he won't be a baby any more. So you need to live it up that he still wants to play with you. And, the world doesn't revolve around you. As many times as you tell Rex that it doesn't revolve around him either, you both know it does. So make today a fun day for him. Besides, it's not his fault he can't talk yet.

Alright, alright, I told myself back. But I'm out of activities and I don't have a car.

The internet. The other self said.

Enter "things to do with a sixteen-month-old."

And so we got:

Feed the ducks at the duck pond on campus, which Rex turned into climb the million stairs up to campus while Mom is wearing her running and not honor code approved outfit.

Nap.

Lunch.

Playing with colored water, which turned into Rex commendering the food coloring and coloring the water and himself. But he had a good time and I narrated to him everything he was doing and describing how the colors mix.

Then bath.

Quite time on Mom's bed with a bottle and some cuddling.

Dinner.

Pudding Paint. Rex didn't some much paint with the pudding as just eat it. He's not dumb. He helps me make cakes and cookies all the time; he knows brown mushy stuff tastes good.

Bath in the kitchen sink with bubbles.

Stories and bottle.

Bed...well, I'm not sure if he's in bed yet. Technically he's in his crib, but last I checked he was rolling around talking to himself and throwing all his blankets out.

We had a fun day. So thanks for the little pep talk self.