Marking His Territory

Well, David has finally done it. In his desire to mark his territory and lay claim to all that he possesses and controls...my son urinated on me. All over me.


Yes, believe it. That cute guy you see to your left...he did this! I was in the middle of changing him. All of a sudden, I have this warm, wet feeling on my right arm. Notice I didn't say my right hand, or elbow, or wrist or shoulder. No, I said my right arm. As in my ENTIRE right arm. From hand to bicep.

David sits comfortably in Grandpa's arms.

I look down, and see that he is just peeing away on daddy. My hand instinctually comes up as a shield, but the damage has been done. My arm (and side) is now littered with pee stains - my first real battle scars. In the mean time, my wife is just enjoying herself immensely, laughing it up. I join in on the laughter, while subtly scouting the area for a towel.

David rests in the arms of Uncle Patrick.

Ironically enough, our homework (teachers can be given homework?!?) from our pediatrician was to see if David peed in a steady stream. At first, I pictured us just sitting on a couch, watching our naked child for like 2 hours until he peed. Well, I'm pleased to report the stream is steady, the arc is good....and the aim is perfect.

David is caught in a yawn by Kassie and her camera skills.

I leave you with this final thought. While playing Scrabble with my wife, we confronted the dictionary for some word that started with "we-" that I can't remember. I grabbed the OFFICIAL SCRABBLE DICTIONARY, and opened it to the page. It was then that I noticed that "weewee" is an official scrabble word. So is "weeweed" and "weeweeing."

David's position of choice for sleeping.

In honor of David "weeweeing" all over his father, I hope you enjoy the random mix of really really cute pictures we have taken of David thus far. And this is good timing, because I most go weewee (which would get me 16 points if I put it on a double word score).


"Man, eating and sleeping is a rough life..."