P*ssed off, or P*ssed on?

This is going to be quick because we're about to head out on a quick grocery trip and Braeden is between demands (just fed & changed, okay at present in his bouncinette).

To help clear that staph rash, whenever possible Braeden's had five mins here and there in his bouncinette with his naps off. The nappy isn't gone completely (are you MAD???) - it sits open beneath him in order to catch any botty burps. He dozed in the warm light as I flitted around the bedroom folding the washing. I noticed that telltale sign that little boys are going to piddle soon (upright willie) so I *cleverly* tucked the front flap up between his legs to catch that mess too. I carried on smugly...

.. only to be halted in my tracks by a scream of outrage! The nappy hadn't 'caught' the piddle, it had merely re-aimed the instrument so that Braeden effectively peed all over himself, in particular his head! What an awful wakeup call (esp when your heartless mother can't stop giggling as she rescues you).

Btw I forgot to say the other day, there was a very good reason I didn't use that wonderful reusable nappy that Adrienne kindly gave me (wish I had though.. and the bed seconds that wish!)

I was expecting friends over that afternoon, so decided to hold the Fuzzybunz back until then. Naturally the friends later rescheduled ;-)

Anyhoo, here I am typing with a baby lying across my wrists (ooh the skills you learn as a mother!) and Wayne's made the coffees, and is putting the pram in the car, so I guess we'd better hit the road in order to be back in time for our midwife checkup this avo.

Braeden sends warm giggly kisses!