Thank heaven for little boys.

This sequence of events was more than I could keep to myself so I'm sharing it with you. So far Noah has yet to indoctrinate me into the world of little boys by wizzing in the middle of a diaper change. So far he has gotten his Mommy 6 times and Magga twice. Now before you say anything, I've done my share of diaper changes so that's not the reason.

Today Jenna wanted to give him a bath before his uncle Jared got here to meet him. So she undressed him and...he started spraying like he was trying out for a lawn sprinkler team. We had a giggle then I cleaned up while he went off for his bath. When he was done Jenna had him wrapped up in his towel and he was shivering a little. She sat down and started rocking him to warm him up before dressing him and then we heard an explosion. "He didn't," was all Jenna could say as she looked at me. Well... he did. We got him over to the changing table and Jenna cleaned him while I took charge of the towel. I started a load of his laundry with the towel as the main attraction and then started walking back to his room and heard, "NOAH!!!!!" I ran in there to see her holding his new diaper over him while he demonstrated yet again that he would make a good lawn sprinkler.