According my SIL and MIL it is very important for Bubbaleechies butt to get air time (nappy free time). Apparently this is the best way to prevent nappy rash.
Seems to me to be a conspiracy visited upon unwary first time mums because do you know what happens you take a baby’s nappy away? A big fat mess happens!
And why does my darling little girl find it so enjoyable to stick her ickly little toesy’s into poop? Is there pleasure to be found in feeling warm, sticky poop squish between your toes? Well maybe yes (I wouldn’t know, not having tried it myself) but it is indecent to laugh at mummy whilst she is trying to clean the poop out from between your toes.
Little Miss Nekkid Bottom, I am going to take a photo of you with your toes squishing into poop so that I have a weapon to use against you during your teenage years.
'S what I do. Ask my son, bubble-man. Or so he declared himself at the age of five, fresh from his bath and dripping bubbles all the way down my hall. We also photographed for posterity. Not quite as messy as poopie toes, I will admit.
heh, heh, Yeah I can remember a while ago when I was married I was in my garage quaffing a few beers and working on some projects I had going at the time. Anyway I had little shakes jr. with me who was pottie traning at the time he says to me “daddy… (I) need to go pottie…” Well I was too lazy to go back into the house so I pointed him to an empty five gallon bucket I had sitting in the garage and told him to go ahead and take a wiz. Which he did… So fast forward a couple of days my at the time wife was in the kitchen mopping the floor when my son all of the sudden decides to come up and take a leak in her mop bucket!:eek: needless to say my wife was not pleased. when she asked him “Who showed you that little shakes?” he merely responded with “Daaadddyy”
Thanks son its good to know ya got my back…:rolleyes:
When I was a wee one, about 3 years old, my parents thought I might be feverish. They took me to their bedroom, set me down on the bed, and, deciding I was too young to hold a thermometer in my mouth, introduced it the other way. I promptly left a present on their bedspread. Hey, I thought that was what they wanted me to do!
Needless to say, it was always an oral thermometer after that! (And no, I don’t think they used the same thermometer.)
Worry not, leechbabe. The Weeping Princess has been naked ever since she learned to take off her own clothes. I’ve just about given up…if I can keep a diaper on her when company arrives, I feel pretty good about the whole deal.
Kids. Gotta love 'em.
Best,
karol
Yeah, here too. We do have a firm rule, no going outside naked, and no taking clothes off away from home, but other than that our house is a Naked Zone. Visitors just have to deal with it, but most of our visitors don’t have a problem. What the heck, let them run free, I say.
My baby sister Judy* ran naked as the day she was born until she was 5. Indoors, outdoors, everywhere. Mom only insisted that she wear clothes if we were going to town. The minute she got home, she would leave a trail of clothes from the front door to where ever she was headed.
She only stopped when a family moved in next door (i.e., all the way on the other side of our backyard, a small vineyard and their backyard) with kids roughly her age. Her sister, Autumn**, pointed out father and son behind their house and said, “Look, Judy, I bet that man is saying, ‘Look at that little naked girl!’.”, thereby teaching her shame.
She did have a killer tan, though. No lines at all.
*Not her real name
**The penultimate sister. Also not her real name.
leechbabe–babies will do things that will amaze you, even if you don’t want to be amazed. If I’m lyin I’m dyin…the following occured at my home as a child while I was growing up:
1)I would REFUSE to wear clothes from the time I could tear off my own Onesies to the time I went to kindegarten. My mother gave up on trying to get me dressed and concentrated on trying to tame my ass-length mane of thick hair instead.
2)When my sister was 3, she climbed up to the top of our sixfoot book case and stayed there* for 2 days, not wanting to come down, even to eat. My mother would make me climb up there, give her some food and climb back down. She eventually came down by herself on the threat of having the firemen called to come GET her down.
3)My baby brother (bless his heart!:D) liked to play 'give GI Joe" a shower by peeing on him in the bathtub.
This is the SAME baby brother who knocked out his two front teeth by jumping off the back of a chair onto a tile floor while playing Superman.
My brother, as a toddler, went out on the third-floor apartment porch of a friend of our mom’s and was swinging out the OUTSIDE OF THE BARS! Mom just about had a heart attack but of course she couldn’t run out there screaming to grab him because if she startled him…gulp…well, she managed to convince him to climb back through.
No wonder some years later she was mucho nervous when we were at the Grand Canyon anytime he got within, oh, twenty feet of anything RESEMBLING an edge!
And SHE was a child who at the age of two climbed a tree, and was caught when HER mother looked out a second-story window and there she was!
I’m about eighteen months older than my next youngest sister. According to my mother I was hard to train, because I was always to “busy” to want to stop. But I had been trained by the time sis was. My folks stored the kiddy sized potty training chair in a corner of the cellar. Apparently my sister and I thought it was a “second bathroom”, but for some reason it never stank(maybe since it was rarely disturbed, and the cellar was dry and cool) One day my father was in the cellar doing some kind of work, and knocked the chair over. The, ummm, crust that had formed on the top was broken, and contents spilled all over. For a guy my dad has a weak stomach, and I guess he almost added to the mixture.
