Though this might be embarrassing for you some day, I have to relate this story because it was pretty funny at the time.
Often when we are getting your bath ready for you each evening, we will let you run around naked for a little while. Usually after having to remove a soiled diaper. We figure you enjoy the fresh air and you are so doggone cute running around naked that we can't stop ourselves from watching and smiling at your hijinks.
Now, sometimes, if we're not paying close enough attention, you will squat and pee and suddenly there's a spot on the carpet or a puddle on the wood floor. No big deal - easy to clean up. And our fault for not watching you at all times.
But two nights ago this usually harmless situation got just a bit out of hand.
I was setting up your bathtub in the kitchen sink. I think your Dad had stepped away for a moment. When he came back in, he asked incredulously, "Did she pee? Is she playing in her own pee?!" That's when I looked down and saw that, yes, in fact, you were running your hands through a puddle that wasn't there moments ago. We had a good laugh at that.
Then I quickly got a towel to wipe the floor (and you) with, but I wasn't fast enough. You took a couple of steps through the puddle and your feet flew right out from underneath you and you fell backwards, landing with a splash and unfortunately, bonking your head on the hardwood floor.
Needless to say, you were very upset. We're not sure if you were more upset about your head or from sheer embarrassment...
Luckily, the bath distracted you (and cleaned you) and you were no worse for wear.
Often when we are getting your bath ready for you each evening, we will let you run around naked for a little while. Usually after having to remove a soiled diaper. We figure you enjoy the fresh air and you are so doggone cute running around naked that we can't stop ourselves from watching and smiling at your hijinks.
Now, sometimes, if we're not paying close enough attention, you will squat and pee and suddenly there's a spot on the carpet or a puddle on the wood floor. No big deal - easy to clean up. And our fault for not watching you at all times.
But two nights ago this usually harmless situation got just a bit out of hand.
I was setting up your bathtub in the kitchen sink. I think your Dad had stepped away for a moment. When he came back in, he asked incredulously, "Did she pee? Is she playing in her own pee?!" That's when I looked down and saw that, yes, in fact, you were running your hands through a puddle that wasn't there moments ago. We had a good laugh at that.
Then I quickly got a towel to wipe the floor (and you) with, but I wasn't fast enough. You took a couple of steps through the puddle and your feet flew right out from underneath you and you fell backwards, landing with a splash and unfortunately, bonking your head on the hardwood floor.
Needless to say, you were very upset. We're not sure if you were more upset about your head or from sheer embarrassment...
Luckily, the bath distracted you (and cleaned you) and you were no worse for wear.
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