“All right, Mr. DeMille. We’re ready for our closeup.” (Credit: DLILLC / Corbis)
Blogger’s Note: If you read my last post, “Why Babies Fill Us with Longing,” you’ll appreciate daughter Elena’s description of what grandson Cole does when he’s not busy being cuter than a bucket of Shar Pei puppies. Enjoy!
So, Mommus Maximus, you’re not mad at me, are you? (Credit: Elena Thompson)
Dear Mom and Dad,
It’s been a funny morning. Cole soaked through his diaper onto the bed (my bed, ugh). Then when I took his diaper off he peed on his own face! So I decided to give him a bath, but the washcloth I had over his bits didn’t hold the explosive poop that is all over my bathroom.
Just wondering, Mommy: I’m the one who got pee on my face. So who really got the worse end of the deal? (Credit: Elena Thompson)
Thank God for dogs.
Layla, the clean up dog, having committed a crime several weeks ago. Blogger’s Note: I’m in favor of dogs taking care of any and all messes. I’m pretty sure they regard whatever hits our gag reflex as a five-star delicacy. (Credit: Elena Thompson)
If it weren’t for the semi-good night sleep I probably wouldn’t have found it so funny.
Love,
Elena
What’s that you say, Momma-Lhama-Ding-Dong? It’s Grandpa’s day off and we’re meeting for lunch? Cool! I’ll have more fountains and poo-canos ready by then. Thanks for the bath! But say, isn’t it time for a snack from old Lefty? (Credit: Elena Thompson)
A Napper's Companion 
Too cute!
Check this out. Cole had thrush, and he found Elena’s milk painful at times. So . . . he would thrash his head about without detaching. Result: a woman’s breast as puppy tug-of-war toy. Ow!
Been there, done that. Not fun. Poor Elena. 😦
Yeah, me, too. We used cloth diapers. I’ve had my hand in the toilet more times than I can count.
He really is cuter than a bucket of sharpei pups. I’m going through that phase we women go through after our babies have been around for a few years and they’re… not babies anymore. The baby hogging baby sniffing wanting another baby phase. I can actually feel my body pumping out the hormones… Bad body. Bad…
I bet he smells like baby powder and love. I waaaaant to hoooold hiiiimmmm.
Nooooooo! Don’t be fooled. Find other people’s babies to hold. Cole smells great, but I must say, fairly neutral. My daughter and son-in-law are kind of hippy-ish, so no perfumey smells. He’s delicious to me mainly because of the bloodline thing. Also, Cole had thrush recently and found Elena’s milk sometimes stinging in his mouth–at least that’s what I surmise. So, while nursing, he would frequently thrash his head about . . . without detaching. Imagine: my 25-year-old daughter’s breast as a puppy pull toy. When them there hormones get you all broody, think of my daughter! (Ha. You’re welcome!)
Yeah, that did it. That and a new newfie pup. I’ve got my motherly instincts under control now.
Laughing – I remember those days!! And he is absolutely adorable!!
I’ll tell you, Mimi, I was a pretty goofed up customer when my own son and daughter were kiddlets. It’s so wonderful to have a second chance to take in the miracle. Peace.
All these Cole-grams need a serious ADORE button. Like is not nearly enough! Thanks for the laugh.
Gracias, Mary. If ever there were a “found” post, it was this one.
A wonderful pick-me-up and make me laugh on a drizzly, cool, not so nice day.
Thanks for the Micro….
Ray S.
You’re welcome, Brother Ray. Nice to laugh with you. Peace, John
Very descriptive! 🙂 I can see the whole scene.
Thanks, Lily. That was some scene. Hope you didn’t get queazy. Peace, John