The Spray Bottle

After wearing out our bubbles on the front porch, and in an attempt to stay near the steps and not walk to far, I introduced Tate to the spray bottle. My momentum towards the end of each day is waning, and I still have 11 more weeks... Anyway who knew something as useful and functional as a spray bottle could hold so much magic for a child.  It was love at first successful spray. This is a two handed job for Tate so it took some serious brain work to figure it out and realize there are aiming capabilities. I was thinking we could clean off our sidewalk chalk covered front steps to make room for drawing tomorrow, but once Tate successfully sprayed me he knew what real fun was. I did steal it for a couple retaliation squirts. I'm thinking we need to get a couple for the tub. Then bath time would raise to a whole new level of fun, especially if I introduce them. For some reason daddy always has the brilliance and gets the laughs in the tub. Where do men come up with the things they do?

The pure joy that comes from spraying mom.

Serious work. I even caught the jet stream on camera!