"This is the picture you're going to show my high school girlfriends, isn't it?"
Last night, LO was quite excited to take his evening bath. He stood leaning against the edge of the tub watching the water flow into the bath while I undressed him. I took off his diaper and grabbed a wash cloth from behind me.
When I turned back around, LO was draining the old lizard against the tub. Apparently, boys are able to pee standing up even before they are able to walk.
I would be horrified at the baby peeing on my clean bathroom floor except for three facts:
1. Urine is sterile.
2. The cat has done the exact same thing on the exact same spot. (Maybe LO smelled an old spot and was trying to mark his territory. "This is MY house!")
3. Floor cleaning is one of my lesser housekeeping skills, which is saying something considering how I am not exactly renowned for my ability to keep a house tidy and clean.
Since we are no longer using paper towels, I had the next problem of figuring out how the heck to mop up the puddle. (This is why we should revisit the "no paper towels" rule.) Luckily, J pointed out that the (still clean) diaper was available for use as cleanup.
LO, for his part, simply splashed happily in the bath and made no offer to help clean up.