The Next Great Milestone

Today, Maureen decided it was time to give John a full on tubbie. As she was preparing the bath water, I decided to be proactive and take off his diaper and clothing. Being proud of my proactivity, I carried him into the kitchen.

When I entered the kitchen, a thought popped into my head: Please don't drop a duece in my hand. That was my mantra. I kept on thinking about it. I said to Maureen, "I bet he's going to be like a little bird and poop in my hand." A second after I said that, I felt a tremendous warmth. No, it wasn't in my hand (thankfully). It was on my shirt. Yes, our John had emptied his bladder on me. All the time, I was worried about the deuce and he goes and pees on me. Oh well, I got that out of the way. I'm not looking forward to the time he drops a deuce on me.

For the most part, John is good during bath time. He doesn't act-up much unless you mess with his hair. The boy does not like having his hair washed. If he's ever going to have hair like John Hamm from Mad Men, he's going to have to learn to deal with having his hair washed.

Take a look at this video clip if you have a moment. Once again, it'll probably only be of interest to his grandparents, but it's up for the world to see. I hope John doesn't need therapy due to this blog. If so, I apologize in advance.