That's right. Some little man decided that he, the floor, and his shoes all needed lotion, while I did the breakfast dishes. I feel like it's a coffee episode all over again, although this wasn't as obvious.
Ever wonder why this site is called About a Bug? Well, that would be my fault. Hours after I had Matthew, I started calling him my bug-a-boo. He was just so cute and precious. Slowly over time he became my bug and more family members adopted that as a nickname. When we decided to start the blog, it seemed only appropriate to call it "about a bug," because isn't everything about the baby? Matthew thinks so.