Victor escaped during a diaper change -- full of butt cream -- and sat down with a plop on one of our rugs. I had to laugh, and nap a photo. I didn't wash it so Yuri could see it too when he got back.
I was thinking about how this represents a little something about us as parents - so far at least. We aren't everything must be in its place people -- a little mess is good. Now just plain dirty, well, that I can skip - but a sense of organized chaos is nice. It represents that life and learning is happening here. You have to be able to laugh too -- I could have gotten my panties in a bunch over the rug I now have to wash, but I didn't - I laughed. Really, most of the time, that's all you can do. 
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