So it happened today-the total loss of any false perception of privacy that I was clinging to.  I closed the door to take a shower.  I was in the shower. Then the door opens, and in comes Michelle.  Fine, save time, resources, whatever. She jumps into the shower with me and we get soaped up.  Then, the curtain gets pulled back and two little arms pop over the edge of the tub, followed quickly by the cutest little face with the biggest smile.  It is hard to be irritated that I will no longer have ANY PRIVACY for at least the next two years, when he smiles so big, like he just won the championship round of hide-and-seek.  I mean, he did creep all the way to the bathroom, which for him is akin to an inch worm crossing a football field.  He did find us, pull himself up to his knees and pull the curtain back all by his big boy self.  WHERE HAS MY BABY GONE?  I guess it followed my privacy- out the door.