As your days keep moving along, here at the Gibson house our days move along a bit more rapidly thanks to the little one named Gise. He, like his older brothers, is constantly moving. Yet, unlike his older brothers, he gets into more things than them.His new thing is hand soap. After thinking he is just messing around with the water and toothbrushes in the bathroom, I will find him washing his hands. But Gise doesn't use just one squirt, he uses at least 20.
"Bubbles, Mommy?" he'll say as he shows me his creation in the sink.
"Rub," Gise proudly says as he imitates others.
Yet, yesterday was the best soap moment so far. As I was hanging out in some other room, I hear the Dad yelling at Gise. "No, no. No soap. No rub on wall!" And then I hear a hand smack or two followed by a big cry and "Mommy, Mommy." The father states, "Yeah, you go find your Mommy!!"
Wearily the baby (my 2 1/2 year old baby) Gise moseys over to me where he is met with a hug from a hugger who doesn't want to get soap all over her.
"Were you washing your hands?" I question. "Did you get it on the wall?"
Gise answers, "Paw print."
Melt my heart, my child - even though your Mom and Dad had to clean up all the suds on the walls - melt my heart.
