This morning, my son woke up and started calling for me saying, "Mommy where aaaaaaare youuuuuuu?"
How could I not wake up with a smile on my face, hearing that? I love weekends.
I sleepily shuffled into his room to find him stark naked. Shocked, I asked him, "Ollie! Why are you naked?!"
His answer was to smile at me, hold out his pants, and then say, "Hi Mommy! Pants! No diaper!"
I eventually found his diaper had been stuffed down behind his crib. Thankfully, it was only wet, and pretty heavy. I can see how that would be annoying.
(He's inching closer to potty-training, I think. Along with this morning's antics, he's also occasionally been asking to be changed and sneaking off to do his business "alone" either behind the couch or at the end of the hallway or something. He will mention going potty [he's seen the kids at daycare going off to use the potty], and we have a little potty thing that plays a song that we got as a hand me down that he likes to go sit on and play with.)
Anyway, we had bacon, half an orange, and some blueberries for breakfast. We then watched Shrek and and ate a few goldfish crackers. When Daddy and Uncle Joel woke up, we all played Mr. Potato Head for a while. We had Thanksgiving sandwiches for lunch, and right now my sweet boy is napping, clutching on to the Woody doll he got for his birthday.
We'll see what happens when he wakes up.