Looking into the eyes of the storm:10:30 Is way past your bed time young man! But you're up, because you're a crazy little baby with a mind of your own and on this particular night, you decided (after you'd already been asleep for 3 hours) that it was time to party, "Not time to sleep Mommy!" Oh, well goodness, in that case, lets just stay up all night and stuff our faces with candy until we throw up! NOT!
It's time for bed MR!
After countless failed attempts to rock your (spoiled) butt to sleep, we decided a hot bath was in order. You gave us one of those adorably-devilish, crazy laughs of yours and we knew we had to fight hard against your cute-evil baby powers. Daddy gave you a foot rub with lavender oil to relax you, (we were exhausted and about to put you in a basket on the neighbors door step if you didn't simmer down quick.) Your bath was lovely until we heard bubbles in the water and realized you had "sharted". Your cute-bubbly "sharts" had us laughing, and quickly had us gagging. We realized we were in the eye of a full blown crap-storm! "Hurricane Conrad's ass" was sparing no one. The water was mustard colored, it was sick. (I had to go there.) Sorry. We drained the tub, and bath time was over. Dustin stood Conrad up against the side of the tub and I washed the clumps of crap off. It was sick....I already said that.
And you were still giggling away into the wee hours. You crazy little baby you!