In search of a mirror

He finds ways to entertain himself in the car.  He's such a silly turkey :)

For most events, my son is pretty easy to manage.  Getting into the car isn’t a problem.  As a matter of fact, he actually LIKES riding in the car.  He climbs right into his car seat and tries to “Buka in”.   I can even make trips to the grocery store without incident and take the dogs for a walk without too much hassle.  However, there is one daily event that gives me such frustration that I want to pull my hair out.  My son has decided that he likes to look at himself in the mirror…naked. 

So happy to be free!

I don’t really have an issue with the fact that he likes to look at himself naked.  It is actually pretty funny.  I cannot help laughing when I see his blonde hair bouncing, arms flailing and naked butt shining.  When he sees his reflection, he screams, “GAVIN NAKED!!!” and laughs so hard.  He’s such a happy little guy.  However, events like bath time or changing clothes now take 10 times as long as they should.  As soon as I pull off his shirt, he takes off to the kitchen to look at his reflection in the oven or to jump on to my bed so that he can see himself in our bedroom mirror.  He’s quick, too.  In the seconds that I take to deal with the dirty clothes and his diaper, he manages to sprint out of arms reach, giggling the whole way.  It’s extremely frustrating, but at the same time, it is REALLY hard to get mad.  Eventually, I am able to nab him and get him in the tub.  The bath is actually the easy part.  I can get his hair and body washed without many problems because he can play with ducks and splash to his little heart content.  However, once bath time is over, the struggle begins again.  I get him all wrapped up and carry him to the bed to apply his lotion and fresh clothes.  However, as soon as I lie him down, he rolls away and get to the closest location to see himself naked.  He continues to giggle and scream, “GAVIN NAKED!!!”  I swear it takes me twenty minutes to accomplish my tasks. 

He's decided to put on Daddy's socks instead of his own.

This doesn’t just happen at bath time either.  He does the same thing when I change his clothes in the morning.  He thinks it is so funny to have Mommy grabbing for him and chasing him around the house.  Most of the time, I just let him run away and have fun, but I have to get him dressed eventually, so the chase has to come to an end. This part is never pleasant…for either of us.   I am just hoping for the day when the light bulb goes off in his little head and he realizes, “This could be over really fast if I stop moving.”  Oh, the dreams of mothers…