The perils of air-drying
Tonight after Henry's bath I let him go around in the buff for a little bit so that he could air-dry, because who doesn't love to indulge in a little post-bath air-dry every once in a while. And Henry, wow, does he love running around naked. The only problem is, almost every time he does get to "make it a nudie" (Props to my elderly next door neighbor who is always telling us on hot summer days that he is going to go for a dip in the near-by stream and that he's going to make it a nudie.) he leaves a little present for us somewhere. Tonight was no exception. He was squatting while flipping through a book. I didn't think anything of it because he always squats while flipping through books. I turned my back for five seconds and when I turned back around, there it was, a nice little present sitting on the floor, waving at me. Not exactly what I wanted for Mother's Day, and frankly, the absence of even the littlest grunt makes me think he didn't put much effort into it. Later, I mentioned it to Dave, who was mowing the lawn at the time, and he asked when we need to start thinking about potty training. I told him our book recommends waiting until they actually know what "poop" and "potty", etc. etc. are. So basically, not quite yet. I'm trying to convince myself that his penchant for doing his business on the floor stems from an innate enjoyment of being able to do it without having to sit in it for an uncertain amount of time (ie. until Dave and I notice the green fog emanating from the back of his diaper). This would bode well for potty training. I think I'll stop thinking about it.