So now that my charge is so big and mouth-mouth-less (see post entitled V-I-C-T-O-R-Y) he seems to have outgrown some other common rituals around the house. For instance, the gummy vitamins that once sent him running downstairs (not literally mom) at 6:45 am are of no interest to him – he takes one look at the once coveted bottle and utters a single ‘EEwwwww!!!’ as if I am trying to force liver and onions on him at 7:00 am. He has also evidentially lost his interest in showering. Until recently, this was the other highlight of his morning – the one that happened before he remembered his gummy vitamins. This week has required coaxing and on one occasion a chase to get the little beast in the shower. Of course once safely contained with the glass walls he is happy as a lark pushing around his ‘shower cars’ and filling his plastic alligators mouth with water to pour over his feet.

I have to wonder – did the mouth-mouth truly define our mornings so profoundly that its absence has thrust us into some alternate universe or is he just being contrary now due to its absence?