The Return of the Sent-the-pee
This time it's literal.
I've already passed my fears onto the child. I didn't mean to. It just happened.
A few days ago I was changing Julian babe and, as with boys, it's always risky. When's he going to pee? Did he already get all the pee out in the diaper? Is he going to feel the breeze and let loose when the diaper's detached? You never know and it keeps you on your toes. It's extra funny/sad when he pees on himself, particularly the face. No one should have pee on their face. He never seems to mind much, so i tease him and call him "pee face" and clean him up, again.
Well, this happened again at this particular instance but the circumstances were slightly different. This time I was changing him when I saw THIS on the wall right by us. Nooooooo!!! It was a BEAST. A great-great grandfather. He was giant, as great-great grandfathers are. The only good thing about this is that when they're this big, they're extra slow. Naturally my instinct is to yell like a gorilla, which i did, and I called for back-up, which came. I noticed that when i yelled, Julian jumped a bit and a few seconds later, amidst the hubbub of Sean killing the beast, sure enough, baby started to pee, a nice clean arch right onto himself. I apologized for scaring him and Sean said, "that's probably what made him pee..." HA! Sad! It probably totally was. One of my arch enemies (I have several) finally achieved, through my lineage, what he came dangerously close to with me, but never actually did.
Curse him! My fear of these centipedes (and its accompanying gorilla yell) literally sent the pee all over my baby. I told Sean i was just glad I didn't throw him at the bug in reflex. Poor little man. What a champ. I am 100% not ok with having these bugs in the house now that Tiny is here, by the way. I'm pretty sure they eat babies.
So. The battle's on. You won this round, Centipede. But it's not over. Oh it's not over.
2 comments:
I'd never even seen one of those bugs until moving to the east coast. Those and silverfish are the bane of my existence, so I understand your pain. My son actually developed the habit of staring at the ceiling looking for silverfish, which is what I used to do in our old apartment. Oops.
Just for the record, my son's pediatrician mentioned that when little boys are, um, sticking straight up, you're more likely to get wet. So you can be a little forewarned...
Ugh, that's so awful!!! I hate bugs, too. One of my biggest fears when Samuel was a baby was that a little creature with eight legs would suddenly be right by me and I would accidentally drop Samuel. Luckily it never happened!!
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