Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

That’s my boy!

Author: thenicknick

The thing about Bishop is that he is sooo big that it’s easy to forget that he’s a baby still.  He is constantly going through growth spurts.  And every time we measure him, we’re pleasantly surprised with the results.

I wrote a post a while back about how I’m completely in love with him.  That was when he was still somewhat small.  And I’d dare say the love has grown much like he has.

While he has his moments that he’s a complete pain in the butt…like the night he ate all the cookies I had baked for New Year’s Eve, or the night he broke into Ed and Laura’s and ate everything in sight before puking all over our bedroom, or the way he treats all  stuffed animals like they are toys for his disposal.  (And yes, I mean disposal.)  At the same time, he does things that are so stinking cute I wish I could still gather him in my arms.  (I think he misses that, too.)

Ever since I moved back in, we have been developing a new routine.  He likes to get up with me at o’dark thirty.  He comes out and plays while I try to keep him calm and write.  Then I go for a walk.  There’s something comforting about seeing his big face staring at me as I walk back up the sidewalk.

Then it’s on to the shower.  Bishop loves that time the best.  He watches me pick out my clothes and lay them on the vanity.  This was a habit that started when I grew tired of him eating them if I left them in a neat pile on the floor.  Now, as tall as he is, it wouldn’t much matter where I put them, they still wouldn’t be out of his reach.

Apparently Bishop has been paying attention to my routine.  As soon as I lay my clothes on the vanity, he finds a toy and puts it on the vanity next to my clothes.  Then comes the really fun part.  I brush my teeth while he tries to drink out of the sink.  And then, I turn on the shower.

One of the things I love love love about our bathroom is the huge walk in shower, complete with a built in tiled seat.  It’s perfect for shaving legs, and holding excess toiletries, and…um yeah.  I love that shower.  The only downside is the door swings both ways, literally.  And it makes it very easy for say…a large dog…to get in.

For the past few days, he has suddenly joined me in the shower.  I’ll be rinsing my hair when I’ll hear a thunk and feel his furry body wrap around my legs.  Bishop loves to drink water.  He licks it off the tile floor.  He licks it off the tile bench.  And though I have no scientific proof, the enthusiasm with which he continually attempts to lick water off my posterior would suggest that it tastes best from there.

The towel drying is one of his favorite parts of the ritual.  And I like it, too, until we get to the part where he’s all impatient and decides to shake off the excess water.  That usually has mixed results…given that it happens right next to the bed where HE is sleeping.  Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be woken up that way, either.  Still, HE takes is well.  Good thing Bishop is cute.

We’re still working on the training.  And even though Laura has her new door, it hasn’t stopped the occasional break in.  Take the other night, for example.  I was standing in the driveway talking to Ed and Brian.  HE was in our driveway cleaning out his truck from work.  Suddenly Laura rushed out of the house.

Laura: You have a huge problem.

me: Who?

And the three of us were looking at each other.

Laura: You!  Bishop just drank all of Bailey’s chocolate milk.

I groaned.  Great milk and chocolate.

Laura: And it had Bailey’s medicine in it…a stool softener.

me: Oh my Lord!

And I turned around and yelled across the road.

me: Um, baby!

HIM: I heard.

He came over and we looked at Bishop.  He seemed okay.  And then we heard it.

me: You feeling a little rumbly in your tumbly, Bish?

Bishop looked at me for a moment…then puked.  And HE and I laughed.  Ed ran and retched in another section of the yard.  (He has a very weak stomach.)  And Brian, who is a nurse and sees plenty of this stuff simply walked away.  So, I went and picked up dinner.  HE hosed down their driveway.  And as I drove, I marveled over the fact that it was the first mess I hadn’t had to clean up in weeks.  WEEKS!

It’s a good life.  I’ve never been happier.  Now, if I could just master that manufacturing time conundrum, my life could be perfect.  It’s so close right now that I wouldn’t want to change anything.

Quick Karma:

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