Mack - 2, Mommy - 0

I learned a lesson today the hard way - Mack is a crazy little man these days! We started off the morning with a little poop in the tub - first time we've had this happen. I saw it coming too, just couldn't act quick enough. He hadn't been soaped up yet either, so I took him out of his tub and set him on the bathroom floor while I drained the tub, wiped it out with a lysol wipe, rinsed, and repeated. Of course then he decided to pee on the floor too. Silly little boy.

A little later we had lunch at South Union with one of my old coworkers (who is expecting her own little troublemaker in a few months). Mack and I shared my water and bread, and I even gave him a little chicken from my soup, but apparently it wasn't enough for him. There I was feeling all super momish - holding Mack and keeping him happy while I ate, sharing my food with him, and carrying on a conversation all at the same time. Then he grabbed the still nearly-full bowl of soup (which, thankfully, had cooled significantly) and poured the entire thing all over us. At least it was cold enough today that there weren't too many people in the usually packed restaurant. Neither of us is worse for wear, although my cute fuzzy black snow boots now look like someone yacked all over them - awesome :). He's quite good at humbling me and putting me in my place...