It had been an okay night of sleep in our house. I pulled Alex over to me to cuddle him close, because it was a touch cool in our bedroom. I wasn’t fully awake. I held my baby and smelled his head. I drifted deeper to sleep. Asking myself the question, “Why was I thinking of warm water streaming against my abdomen?” Was I dreaming of the bathtub.
Um. No. The act of turning the Kaiser to his side apparently adjusted the diaper just so he could take a full on whiz out the side of his diaper and pjs and onto me.
Just another day in non-Fantasy Island.