Shinchan

pee-blog

Post-work, my evening started with a really nice meal with my in-laws…. I felt so spoiled. My mother-in-law chopped yummy things up for V, dumped it on his high chair tray and the whole time I drank a glass of wine. Bliss. Spoiled bliss.

Home for a bath before bedtime….

Bath-time goes like this:

1) Deposit small child in crib (scream scream scream), go to bathroom across the hall and start bath

2) Make faces across the hall at little man while tub fills (V jumps endlessly and shrieks happily in crib)

3) Lay towel across toilet seat, strip V naked (watch him giggle and roll around in his crib as apparently naked is the best thing ever)

4) Carry naked baby to bathroom, play peek-a-boo in mirror, deposit baby in tub. Commence play-time.

Usually after 10 or 15 minutes, bath-time is over, we hit the towel and head back to the changing table for diaper, pj’s and story-time.

Tonight, tub-time was funnier than it usually is…. V only wanted to stand. I’ve gotten used to this, and deal with it. I would prefer him to sit nicely, but who are we kidding over here. He is just too active for sitting nicely. Please pray that M and I have a daughter that will sit and play. Nicely.

So standing in the tub, he reachs towards the washcloth that I have draped over the faucet-guard (that is a duck in a firefighters costume). He rips the cloth off, shrieks ‘Daa!!!’, which I think means ‘duck’ and throws the cloth in the tub. He stares down at it, picks it up (it is sopping wet now) and puts it back on the ducks head. Water goes everywhere….. Me, floor, dog, pants, hair, face…..everywhere…

He then rips the wash cloth back off and deposits it back in the tub (of course shrieking ‘Daa!’ while he is doing this). He looks at it again, quite intently this time, then (as he is my son) he pees on it. For a long time. Kind of a ‘I saved this up especially for the moment when you removed my diaper’ kind of thing.

THEN, he reaches down, grabs the cloth (which is sopping wet with pee and water) and flings it upward. Urine flies everywhere. Across my face, down my front, dripping over my lips. I realize that it was mixed with water, but I did just watch him pee on that cloth and then fling it into my face…. I must really love my son.

Now, granted this was no triple-poop morning ala my friend with her darling girl….. but… urine in the mouth. Maybe that trumps a triple-poop? Pee all over the face, in the mouth and down the front of my whole body. And V looking rather pleased with himself.

Of course he did! He is his fathers son after all….

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4 responses to “Shinchan

  1. Mom

    O dear…nothing will ever phase you now!
    Barf, poop…anything…bring it on!
    My daughter is invincible!!
    Or…as I used to tell her…Mother’s are invincible and Omnipresent!
    xoxo

  2. Fran

    He is truly his father’s son – deja vu!

  3. Mr. F. Mc Neale

    Once again his father sounds like a great guy

  4. Tracy

    Q peed straight in my face a couple of times, didn’t realize what was happening until I felt something dripping off of my nose. Be thankful though, Q could shoot poop as a baby, no kidding. He sprayed me once. I freaked, slapped a diaper on him, slammed him in his chair and jumped in the shower. What did my mom have to say about it when I called horrified that my baby had pooped at me and got my hair and face – “Good thing your mouth wasn’t open”. That didn’t help. I swiftly cut my hair short as a boy, it’d touched poop, it was ruined.
    Jaxy is currently getting up on his knees in the bath then throwing his whole body down to splash the entire bathroom. Nice! He’s been watching the kids a swimming lessons and I swear he’s trying to imitate them, he lays on his tummy kicking and tries to blow bubbles which results in choking of course. Fun times!

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