every night i lay henry down on a yellow foam mat on the bathroom floor while I run his bath water. i strip his clothes and diaper off and turn around to fill the tub. and every. single. time i turn around and he is stiff as a board, trembling with excitement, staring up at the ceiling and cracking up.
i don't get it.
i have no clue what is up there that is so darned exciting. i thought maybe the anticipation of the bathtub (oh boy!) was enough to get him all worked up, but nope. he did it again on his bedroom floor sunday and i managed to record it.