The morning started with our usual diaper change. I laid him down on the soft changing mat and picked out his favorite thick, cushiony overnight diaper, the one with the cute blue teddy bears and little stars printed all over it. It’s extra fluffy and absorbent, the kind that gives the most delicious crinkle when he waddles. I powdered him generously, taped it up nice and snug, then snapped him into his favorite pastel yellow onesie with the little duckies on the chest and the row of easy access poppers along the crotch. Over that I slipped on his footed sleeper with the built in mittens so he couldn’t get into too much mischief. He looked absolutely adorable, sucking happily on his bright red binkie that clips to his onesie with a little ribbon. We spent the whole afternoon playing. I sat on the floor with him and we built tall towers with his chunky wooden blocks, giggling every time they tumbled down. He shook his colorful rattle and hugged his fluffy stuffed bunny tight while I read him his favorite picture book. Every few minutes he’d crawl over, nuzzle my lap, and pop his binkie back in, eyes sparkling with pure little joy. I fed him his bottle of warm milk, changed him into a lighter daytime diaper, the super soft white one with the gentle crinkle and the fun rocket ship prints, when he got a little wet, and we played peek a boo until his cheeks were pink with laughter. Later, I decided it was time for a quick shower while he kept playing. I kissed his forehead, tucked his binkie back between his lips, and told him, “Mommy will be right back, baby. Stay in your room and play nicely with your toys.” He nodded, already scooting toward his pile of plushies and stacking cups. I stepped into the bathroom, turned the water on nice and hot, and let it cascade over me. The glass door fogged up beautifully as I lathered my body with silky body wash, humming softly. That’s when I saw it when I turned around. Out of the corner of my eye, toward the door. It was open just a sliver, my little one had crept out of the bedroom the moment he heard the shower running. There he was, peeking through the crack, eyes wide and curious. His teddybear diaper peeked […]