Rob does bath times with the kids. I love that. It gives me a few minutes of peace downstairs but I can still hear the fun and giggles coming from upstairs. Always, Gideon is out of the tub and jammied first then "released" from the bathroom. He immediately goes to the baby gate at the top of the stairs and starts calling "Mommy!" pause "Mommy!" pause ... until I come up the stairs to participate in the rest of our bedtime routine.
Tonight after a few "Mommy calls" I heard a sad wail. As I approached the top of the stairs I could see his sad face, bottom lip pushed out, a single tear starting to drop from one eye. I asked him "What's the matter?" to which he replied "Daddy no-no me." It was a good few minutes before I could stop laughing - while I kissed him and dried his tear of course. Even now it puts the biggest smile on my face. I still don't know what Rob told him no-no to.
He also has the very cute though somewhat unsanitary habit of using the rabbit's water bottle as a cleaning station. He reaches through the bars of her cage, taps the ball of the spout a few times and then walks away rubbing his hands together as if he's just gotten a squeeze of anti-bacterial goo.