I'm going to keep a log... every time my baby son pees on me... I plan to return the favor when I get too old to control my own bladder (wink, wink)!

I swear, I think Andrew is aiming for me... and at a mere 6 months old, I believe with all my heart that he is taking great delight in hitting his intended target!

Case in point, this morning, I'm changing his diaper... I take it off quickly and prepare to put on the new diaper... he looks up at me and smiles... so I smile back... and in just that one instant, he goes Lil' John on me: "Skeet Skeet Skeet"!  Now, mind you I wear glasses, so that means his aim is totally on point!  He bypassed the bi-focals and hit me dead in the eyeball! I scream; he giggles... and I get him dressed to take him to the fire station... you know you can drop off your child at the fire station and they won't ask you ANY questions... no prosecution... nothing! Andrew is about to replace the little Dalmatian dog as the mascot for Engine Company #9 in Saint Paul!

It wouldn't be so bad if Andrew ain't laugh when he did it.  And it ain't like it happens once-every-blue-moon... he does it all the time. And it's like he's disappointed if the pee don't get me right dead between  the eyes.  He looks a little unhappy if I actually rush and get his pamper on before he can get the re-release off. 

So, I bought a small notepad and I keep it near the changing table... and every time that little joker pees in my eye, I log it... put the date down and if I can guess the actual amount in ounces, I put that down too... cause I plan on repaying my son for all those R. Kelley moments he gives me on a daily basis.  He gonna be the one Stepping in the Name of Love when I turn 60!  And I'll be sure to give him the same toothless grin when I do it that he's giving me now!