I have a secret.
I've wanted to put it on the blog for a really, really long time, but every time I consider putting it in writing, I think I'll jinx myself.
But I can't keep it in anymore. It's just too incredible, too amazing, too unbelievable to keep to myself. I must share it with the world!!
So (deep breath), here it goes: Little Man has never peed on me.
How is this possible?! When I became the mother of a baby boy, I thought for sure that getting peed on would become normal. Routine. Nothing to even roll my eyes about.
I considered buying "Pee Pee Tee Pees" or draping washcloths over his boy bits during changes. I wondered how many times I'd sponge off the walls surrounding the changing table. I laughed thinking about ducking for cover.
Nope! Not once! And it's not just me -- MJ has never been christened, either. I like to think that Little Man is a refined sort of gentleman who would never even consider something so uncouth. But in reality, I think I'm just lucky. Really, really lucky.
And now that I've mentioned it in public, I will surely get a full squirt in the face at his next diaper change.