Here's a quick one.
Liam is not a baby who is naked very often. He's never been one to crawl around in just a diaper, much less without it. He is pretty much only naked when we are getting him ready for bath, in the bath, and directly after the bath. And, of course, the frequent diaper change.
So Tuesday I was getting him ready for his bath, loving the softness of his skin as I carried him into the living room to get Ryan. While I was holding him against my chest, Ryan leaned down to give him a kiss. It was a very sweet, tender moment between the three of us.
Directly after the kiss, Ryan leaned down to his bare back and gave him a "zubbert." Some know it as a "raspberry".
While the sound of the zubbert was still lingering in the air, I felt a warmth. Not a fuzzy-feely kind of warmth deep inside my heart. No. This was a literal one- not so deep and on my shirt. And then wetness down my stomach, down my jeans, trickling over my boot, forming a lovely pee-puddle on our hardwood floor.
Oh. My. God. I was just peed on.
I have never seen Ryan laugh harder than he did at that moment. And I'm laughing now too. Not then, but now.
I took a shower in my bathroom while Liam took a bath in his. Zubberts are dangerous. Lesson well learned.
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