Dork Dad was giving our 7 month old a bath when I heard this from the bathroom: “Did you just fart while Daddy was washing your butt?” When I was a teenager that was NOT on the list of things that I could hear with the ability to completely make my day. We change. We grow. We – hopefully – figure out how to grow up without growing old.
I posted that quote on Facebook Dork Dad’s mom left this comment: “It’s his version of motor boating.” I read it to Dork Dad and we both lost it. And no, I am not going to explain to her what motor boating is. Or to you, either. Dork Dad’s mom is in her 50’s. She loves her family, her friends, flavored vodka and the beach. She does Zumba four or five times a week and could kick all of our collective butts if she wanted. I adore her.
Dork Dad’s father spent the entirety of his last visit on the floor trying to get our little man to crawl. Since the baby’s new nickname is Crazy Crawler I would say that he did a pretty good job. If he could spend all of his time just crawling/rolling/roughhousing around on the floor with the baby I do believe he would. At some point he’d have to stop for food and horror movies, because a man needs sustenance, but other than that he’s happy to be a human playground for his grandson. What is better than that?
This is my mom: