Today I had a devastating "first":
I changed Mister Bug's diaper, then took him to the playloft (our baby-proofed safezone). I then changed Lady Bug's diaper, and returned with her to the playloft...to find him drawing/squealing...in...a...pile...of...poo..(did I not just change that baby, or one who looks exactly like him)?!
Surprise and bewilderment hit me just before the instinct to pull him out of his mess [and glee]. As I turned to grab the wipes, luckily only a step away, I returned to see him pounce back to the pile, and look up with a brown, chunky mouth, a huge smile and busy hands. No diaper off, just blown out and up his side.
Fourteen months = incredibly quick + bright + funny + easily delighted + [active bowels].
The good news is that he apparently doesn't like the taste. Unfortunately, and fortunately, no pictures to post.
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