Learning the Ropes

Noah doesn't like to wear pants.

That kid gets more like his dad every day.

Right now he is asleep in my arms, pants-less, while Ben argues with the AT&T UVerse rep on the phone.

I am so over UVerse. It's exhausting.

But back to Noah. On a regular basis, after pottying, he says, "mom, I don't think I need to wear pants anymore today."

On occasion, our roomie Justin will get home from work and say, "I see Noah's not wearing any pants again...." Or, "um....Noah's playing Wii on the couch and he's completely naked. Is that okay?"

I forgot to mention, sometimes Noah doesn't like to wear underwear either.

I hope I'm not forever ruining the concept of child-rearing to poor Justin. He had no idea what he got himself into when he decided to move here for roughly a year before he got married. That time is coming to a close, officially 60 days left until the wedding, and I'm afraid the best thing he'll leave here with is the knowledge of how to bathe a kid in baking soda water to get food coloring stains off their body, and what to do when you accidentally sit on a soccer ball potty chair on your middle of the night bathroom run.

What can I say, we're all about passing along pearls of wisdom. We're so unselfish like that.