I have a new appreciation for Saturday mornings.

This morning, I woke up around 7:30 to feed Liam.  He was almost finished with his bottle, when he grunted.  A poop grunt.  Certainly not uncommon for my child to do this during a feeding.  But this time I felt something...um...warm in my lap.  I looked down and questioned for a moment if he was even wearing a diaper.  So I called for Mike, who gave him a bath while I treated and washed my robe.  So funny watching him spray Liam's lower half down with the removable shower head. He just sat in his bath seat so patiently.

Because he was clean and happy, we took his 2-month photo a day early.  I'll share it with you tomorrow.  (But if we're facebook friends, you get a sneak peek today!)

Then we had something I like to call "Pancake Saturday". Pancake Saturday makes you forget about the poopy morning you just had.

Then Liam said "BU!", which we decided was Liam-speak for "book".  Mike read him I Am A Bunny, and he smiled at the page with butterflies.

I thought Saturday morning were great before Liam was born because it was a day to sleep in.  Now I don't sleep in, but they're so much better!