Wednesday, March 29, 2006
This morning little warrior started yelling because he was ready to get out of bed. Daddy was not quite ready, so he got to lay there a little longer. Little warrior sounded like he was wrestling with something, but I tried to put my head deeper into the pillow (such a wise daddy). Little warrior let out a battle cry, I got up, stumbled to the room and picked up a smiling, happy boy. "Man, his legs are freezing!" I thought as I laid him on the changing table. I grabbed a diaper and reached to change the "old" one, and...there was no old one! Instead there was a bare butt, that looked like it had been painted brown using a "splatter" technique. Hmm, the legs are also splattered. Hmm, my arm where I carried him is also splattered. Should I look at the crib? Ah, there's the diaper...oh man, this came out of him? Why is he smiling at me like that? Why am I smiling, feeling a strange pride? How many dang wipes is this going to take? Ah, fatherhood.