Dylan prefers to have his diaper off. Two mornings ago, I took his diaper off for less than one minute. He was pulling himself up on the bed, when I noticed - yup - he was pooping, awesome. I turned around and grabbed a wipe and then went back just in time to watch him sit down and begin picking up the balls he had left behind. Gross! I couldn't help but laugh. He stood up and had a baby washcloth stuck between his two cute cheeks, in his hand he had a baby wash cloth and was trying to wipe his bum. Too funny!
I can only imagine the many more disgusting things waiting to come my way.
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