Funny story.

I wanted to give Dylan a bath tonight, but I couldn't figure out which direction the faucet needed to be to get hot water. I waited and waited...then switched...it got colder...then waited and waited some more. Totally feeling like an idiot. Then I gave up.

I decided to just clean Dylan's feet and hands and do the bath another time. People keep telling me his skin needs to "breathe" so I left him naked on his changing table for a bit. The pad was bare because the cover got dirty the other day and I never replaced it.

So Dylan peed and I laughed because I expected it, but I cleaned up as best I could. It seemed like there was just a little and the cover is vinyl...so no biggie.

I finish up and go to put the diaper on and it's wet...ok...the pee went farther than I thought. Then I lifted him up and there was pee everywhere. His back was soaked, his hair was wet!

So I switched the faucet to the side I spent less time on and 20 gallons later (slight exaggeration), the tub was full and Dylan got his bath.

The end.

: )

And pictures.