I have always wanted boys. When the ready light bulb went off in my head it was blue. Boy! Boy! Boy!
Nathan took a wonderful afternoon nap, nearly 3 hours. We Mom’s are willing to pay cash for such precious time. When he woke up he was chatting merrily so I took my time getting to him. When I came in he was all smiles. I notice a funny spot on the carpet but he is so cute I over look it. We went about our normal after nap conversation and I peaked down to get a glimpse of his chubby thighs. The boy naps sans pants. Who sleeps well in jeans? I am greeted with little boy parts. I giggle, and ask where he put his diaper. It’s in a heap at the other end of the crib, dry as a bone. I lift him out and carry him to the change table and we are discussing how he managed to unsnap his onesie and remove his diaper. He is dry and clean but I notice that his undershirt is wet when I go to snap it. New outfit, no big deal we are going out to dinner in an hour anyway.
I plop him on the floor to play and step in a wet spot. Hmm, yeah that is Pee. Oh, yeah, so is that. I inspect his sheets, dry. Then I see some droplets on the bars of the crib, pee. Upon further investigation it would appear that this BOY of mine stood up, pointed between the bars and took a leak. His bumper and crib skirt are both wet as well. This is sort of hilarious especially since I know that this is the least offensive encounter of my tour de Mom, my first yes but pee is not vomit or crap. I am so glad it was just pee! I am not so naive that I don’t expect there to be much worse waiting around some surprise corner.
Ahhhh, boys. They are so disgusting.