When someone warned me that this might happen, I didn't really pay much attention. I mean, DJ has successfully peed on me, B, the changing table, the people in the delivery room, the floor and other stuff I'm sure. Probably peed in the bath by now. Plus he projectile pooed all over my hand and it shot all over the changing table at some ungodly hour of the post dawn early morning. I had to scream for back up being covered in poo. And now this.
We're trying some new diapers. They were hand me downs and barely fit at this point. I thought they were sized like pampers, but they are sized like huggies instead. Oops. So the 1-2 is the first baby size, not the last. Oops. He doesn't like them. I don't either, they don't seem as absorbent. So I have to change more frequently. This is good and bad because it means I will go through the lot of suck diapers faster but have to deal with suck diapers in the first place.
Anyway, I am changing his diaper and trying to wipe some extra sticky stringers off of hus butt, when he pees. This in and of itself is not the new thing. It's that he pees on his own head on account of me holding up his butt. Bummer. All over his face, in his eyes. It's bad. Worse, it seems like he got some in his mouth too, because he's mouthing like he's tasting something. And this after trying to drink the bath water this morning. Bogus.
B says I need to get used to having a boy and the crazy experimentation they tend to do. He doesn't remember any of his, and is thankful for it. Great.
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