Yesterday I caught myself three different times thinking...
"yeah....that's probably pee"
Should I just start putting down newspaper? We started off strong with the potty training but somewhere along the way things derailed. I think Liam's just decided he's fine with the pee being on him most of the time. In his underpants, in his bed, on his booster seat: no problem. When we started him on undies he'd have an accident and the world would come to an end. Now he just lets loose and moves over slightly to a dryer spot.
I never thought I'd be this cavalier about my kids' juices. I remember before becoming a daddy I was having a conversation with a guy once who was holding his daughter and, in mid sentence, cleaned half a cup of snot off her face with the palm of his hand and wiped it on his pants. I thought "don't gag don't gag don't gag", then I gagged a little.
Now I find these damp spots and immediately dip my fingers in them and smell the tips like some kind of Parisian Nez.
Top notes of Cheerios with a hint of apple juice, nice.
There's just something about his spit, pee, poop, barf, snot, etc. that's not gross to me. I actually find it less gross than my own. But that doesn't really explain it since I've never actually poked through my own turd to try and identify it's contents. I guess its all part of the natural/bizarre parental progression.
Christ, I'm turning into Amanda.