Our little chatter box

I probably find more amusement out of it, but I just love hearing Cameron jibber jabbor the day away. Ok, ok I just like having someone that talks as much as I do. hehe

He's been getting better (or at least trying) to pronounce sounds other than D. He tends to only say Ma Ma when prompted (fine! I admit it, I beg. Are you happy?) but his expression following my squeals of glee is worth the beg. His smile widens ear to ear you can just see him thinking, "Ha! I did it!"

The other night bath time was over & it was time to get dressed. The video is super short & the quality sucks (cheap cell phone) but it's better than nothing. Again, you are more than welcome to visit AZ & see it live! ;)

Brusha, Brusha, Brusha

Let's forget the part where I shared my joy with Paul, only to have him burst my bubble.

"Oh, you didn't hear me last night? Yeah he let me brush his teeth too."

Well, let's remember long enough to hear "I'm sorry" in the form of something shiny.

So for the past month or so we've been abusing Cameron. At least you would think so by the sound of his cries when his toothbrush is in view.

We started off with a finger brush.

I was warned that I was asking for trouble. Thankfully we use to clean Cameron's mouth w/a washcloth & despite his plea for mercy, he never bit down.

Then we moved on to an actual toothbrush. If we thought the finger brush ticked him off, we were in for a real treat this time.

He would belt out huge sobs & would shake his head. I have to admit, at times we even had to hold his face in place. It was so sad to watch but the moment we were done, so were the crocodile tears.

We tried to sing.

FAIL.

We tried to brush our teeth with him.

FAIL.

We tried to let him hold the brush.

And watch it plummet into the dirty bath water instead of cleaning his mouth.

*sigh*

But we kept with it.

Then finally, he just let us.

I don't know if he realized that the flavor of toothpaste was actually pretty good or was just sick of screaming just as much as we were of listening. But for whatever reason, my bebe knocked off another milestone & took one step closer to being a big boy.





By the time I got the camera he was pretty much over having his tongue brushed. But you get the idea. :)

We're gonna scrub, scrub, scrub

Pictures Taken: February 10, 2009

Bath time has become a favorite part of our night. Our routine began not too long ago during a particularly fussy night. I was texting Jenn & she suggested giving him a bath. She confirmed with Trish that it was key to success. B.B.B. (bath, bottle, bed). Exhausted & not really knowing what else to try Paul & I agreed.

We first discussed where the bath would be set. I wanted the bathroom sink (this part of the story really shows how young/tiny Cameron was at the time) & Paul wanted to put it inside our bath tub.

So onto the sink it went.

We turned the lights down low because according to Jenn this would set the mood.

There I was holding a screaming baby in one hand & collecting cup after cup of warm water & transferring it into the small tub. All in a dim light so I wouldn't disturb the mood.

After about 5 mins of doing this…..water began to trickle off the counter.

You see combined with the low light I was unable to see that the tub wasn’t snapped into place, leaving a gap in the middle, causing the water to spill over.

Cameron was still screaming.

Not wanting to disturb the “calming effect” from the low light (again, Cameron was still screaming) I whispered for Paul to hurry over to the bathroom. When he walked into the bathroom he was greeted with a screaming baby & a vision of me, scooping & pushing the water back onto the counter. He switched on the light & we soon saw that the pull out drawer (that was left slightly open) was overflowing with water as well. At this point we started yelling “What happened?!” & “The tub is broken!” (which again we later found out it locks into place).

At this point Cameron had stopped crying, was sucking on his hand & looking around. He was probably thinking, “How did I end up with these two?”

So much for the low light calming effect.

In the moment this was far from funny but as we laid in bed later that night we had to muffle our laughs to not wake up Cameron.