Utterly exhausted, I went upstairs to find my sister in bed with the baby, so I just threw myself on the end of the bed and asked if maybe I took a W if they would leave me alone. I put on swishy pants and the dogs went crazy. We headed out and took a long walk. Once home, all three of us felt better.
Derek had started chatting while his mommy was vacuuming, so I went in to pick him up from his nap. I noticed he was substantially heavier than usual. I asked his mommy if he needed a change and she said yes. So, we went to the changing table as Jen came in. I opened up the diaper and Jen told me I would probably just want to leave because it was disgusting. All week we have been planning a bath, so now seemed like a perfect time since he was covered. So, since we put the diaper in the pail, I grabbed the naked one and headed for the sink. Jen told me all week that I was being brave in my lack of covering Derek while changing him, I thought she was just supporting the urban myth that babies pee on you.
Derek and I were patiently waiting by the sink when I all of a sudden was feeling warmth on my tummy. I stuck Derek over the sink, and he stopped peeing. So, I held him close again while telling Jen that I had been peed on. Derek thought it was so cute, he went for Round 2. I was soaked, but I couldn't put him down, we weren't ready with the bath!
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