Just a few minutes ago, I was doing the dishes and I heard little babe squawk for about the third time since I put her to bed a couple hours ago. My husband is in there with her, so the first two times, she easily settled back down and fell back asleep cuddled against him. But, when I heard her wake up for the third time, I thought, ‘Oh, she’s gotta pee‘. So, I took my dishwashing gloves off, went into the bedroom, where she was tossing and turning on the bed next to Art. She’s almost 11 months old. I pulled off her pants and cloth diaper, then held her over a little potty I have by the side of the bed. She complained a little, semi-cry, like, ‘man, this really stinks, I’m so tired and I want to be sleeping, but damn it, I have to pee!’. (come on, you know the feeling, haven’t you ever been so comfy in bed that you wish someone could get up and pee for you?). I wiped her off, plopped her back on the bed, put her dry diaper back on, laid down, gave her a few minutes of boobies, then pulled away. She complained a little (really wanted that boob still in her mouth), but then flopped over and squashed herself up against Art. I got up and went back to doing the dishes. Read the rest of this entry