Sometimes the windshield, sometimes the..Camera in the Potty?

It was one of those days!  We woke up at 8:15 when we needed to leave the house by 8:30...I forgot to bring Braddock's beloved "BeeWee" (his blankey) with us to MOPS (fortunately he was okay taking the blanket I had in the car for Abram.  I told him it was Abram's BeeWee, and told him how Abram was wanting to help his brother feel better and how nice it was for Abram to share it with him...so it henceforth became known as "Abram's BeeWee, Oh, that's so nice!" :)

'Abram's Beewee Oh that's So Nice' gave Braddock "hugs" on the way to and from MOPS, and also through our traditional post-MOPS chicfila lunch :)...and what lunch is complete without a trumpet serenade?

Abram's front teeth are still yet to make their appearance, but I'm hoping they will erupt soon...poor thing just seems so uncomfortable.  The only way he wasn't screaming today was if he was being held, sleeping, or 'chatting' with Braddock. 

Braddock was "playing a piano" on Abram's high chair after supper tonight, and was enough of a distraction to stop the crocodile tears for just a few minutes, and for Abram to babble back, "DABA DADA!!!!!"  He's done a few random consonant vowel blends, but I was never able to get him to repeat them, and we've been working hard on "DaDa" for his Daddy to hear.  Braddock seemed to pick up on the change in his verbalization and they started a game of mimicking each other with "Ahhh's!"  and "DaDaDa's!" and "Ooo-Ahh's!".  We did bubble baths again tonight, but it was short lived for Mr. Abram as he was pretty out of sorts, and he actually went to bed a little before 6pm and C-Rashed....he wasn't even in the mood to rock or sing songs, which is usually one of his happiest times of the day.  This teething thing can be so mean :(

Braddock and I continued on with his normal bedtime routine, and even got to talk with his Daddy and say goodnight...

...sweetness...and we went to read books.  One of his emerging favorites is "Fox in Socks," it totally cracks him up into hysterical laughter ("THIS is what they call a tweetle beetle noodle poodle bottled paddled muddled duddled fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir!"...and he starts rolling on the floor and can no longer contain himself!  It's a miracle sweet Abram slept through the ruckus!)

...and then I asked him to pick out one more book.  I set the camera up on top of his dresser, went to let Nestle in, and when I started back through the living room I saw an orange blur shooting towards the bathroom.  I hurried after him thinking he might actually need to sit on the potty, and then I heard an unmistakeable "PLOP!", although this time it was something that had the density of a Fuji point and shoot camera.  Yack.  Double yack.  His hand was going for the flusher, and before I knew what I was doing my hand was down the hole of the toilet, grabbing onto the camera strap, and pulling it from its germ-ridden, watery grave.  I remember wondering how I was going to explain to him: "we do not throw electronics in the toilet!"...and between the utter ridiculousness of that thought and the look on his face as I frantically tried to clean off/dry off the camera, it was all I could to not to laugh.  We talked about how we ONLY put PP and PooPoo in the potty, and I said it several times over and then had him fill in the blanks..."What goes in the potty?  Only the...."PP!"  and the "POOPOO!!!"  I could hear him whispering it to himself as we walked back in to pick out another book..."only the pp and the poopoo goes in the potty!"  Thank GOODNESS I have some sweet friends who commiserated with me and also led me to the 2 pounds of uncooked rice hanging out in our pantry to help remove the moisture.  I'm planning on giving it a few days in its rice bath...this time on top of the refrigerator...and then crossing fingers that it can be salvaged!  I don't have a very good track record with cameras...the last one we had (it was actually the exact same camera, just an older model), ended up crunched with a broken lens, probably from being hauled in my diaper bag (which I should actually call my Brick Bag because it feels like it lugs cinder blocks instead of diapers some days...hence the broken lens).
Either way...what an awesome 'last picture' if this is how this camera is going out...with a big smile...and a big splash :)