Oops!

On Thursdays, Scott and I have "Champagne Thursdays" - it's a little tradition that we started to celebrate each week...just because, why wait for a special occasion, every week together is special (insert "aaahhhh" here). Anyway, as with every Thursday, Scott brought home a bottle of champagne and we toasted our week and enjoyed a glass together while watching Survivor - Fiji. Well, last night, while I emptied the last of the champagne into my wine glass (yes, it's bigger than a regular champagne flute :o), I decided to take a hot bubble bath and give myself a facial. While enjoying my bubble bath and getting caught up in my really good book (The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets - very good book so far), I failed to finish my champagne and left it sitting on the side of the tub. A while later, I realized I had forgotten to drink it, but I had already brushed my teeth and was turning in for the night. I told Scott about the glass and he commented that he would "take it off my hands for me" (or something like that)...I had to twist his arm, of course :o) Well, he didn't drink it and the poor glass of champagne remained sitting where I left it - on the side of the tub...within reach of a very curious almost 2 year old...you can see where this is going. This morning I got Ben up and put him down so I could get Cailey's school clothes out of her room. A few minutes later I hear Ben say "Mommy" and then I heard slurping sounds...as I turned around, I found my son with a firm grip around the wine glass lapping up my champagne!!! Oh my gosh!!! I know he got two big gulps in before I grabbed it from him...what I am not sure of, is how much he drank on his way from my bathroom to Cailey's room! I know he spilled some...the evidence was on the carpet...like a little trail. Apparently, it was very good champagne because he was very upset that I took the "juice" (his words, not mine) away!!! What's worse, is that he did not have breakfast yet and it probably did make him just a little tipsy - he doesn't seem to have gotten more than the two gulps and he was only a little silly this morning...no, he wasn't even sleepy all morning!

So, here I am, basking in my glory of Mother Of The Year contention from our park adventure yesterday, to today where my almost two year old is learning how to "drink" his breakfast. Oy, vey. :o)