He's an Angel

At least that's what he wants you to believe.

But when your not looking, this is how it really goes down.

Yesterday morning...just a few minutes left on the treadmill and he walks in buck naked. Thinks he's cool, gettin' the clothes and the diaper off (I think he had some help with the clothes). Next thing I know, pee all over the floor. It's fun stuff jumping off a treadmill with no transition to a non moving surface.

Bath time...so sweet, had my camera near by, took a few shots. Go to put my camera out of reach when I hear him screaming "Poo, Poo. Yuckeeeeeee." Yep, you got it. Lots of it too. Jack is freaking out standing in the water trying to get away. Samantha is disgusted and intrigued all at the same time. I yank him out, tell him to stand on the towel so I can drain and disinfect the tub. Samantha says with a little to much hope "are you going to pick that up with your bare hands!?!" Sick. No I say. Toilet paper.

So, I'm getting that all cleaned up when sweet little Jack Jack, now off the towel, pees on the floor again! I may as well be potty training for the pee I'm cleaning up!

Get everything clean, put him back in the tub to wash up when he sees a fuzzy or something floating in the tub. He goes hysterical! "Yuckeeee, poo poo" . He would not sit down till I fished the little bugger out. Still, couldn't get him outta the tub fast enough.