The Other Baby Shower

OK, it's not just water, but let me have some delusions. This article gives a whole new meaning to baby shower ... no cakes or presents this time. Although, for all the times when fatherhood seemed challenging, this just makes me laugh.

Patrick was less than an hour old ... one of the nurses was changing him when felt something warm on my chest. He managed to pee on me when I was standing over five feet away!

The nurses were kind enough to offer towels (although there was little odor at the time) and I did manage to get cleaned up.

Since he's been home, we get the random "fountain" that is more humorous than anything else ... and most often, these fountains are for my benefit.

It all started with one of his amazing smiles as I was changing his diaper ... something I'm not totally adverse to anymore. As soon as the diaper was lifted off ... so, the flow began. After several soakings, I've learned to watch for that smile ... with the diaper prepped to be slammed back in place.

Then, I've noticed he watches for me while his mother is giving him a bath ... and it's the fountain again (although it's harder for him to hit me with the distance and angle).

He just managed one today, almost straight up in the air ... with enough volume to soak his backside from his head to his toes. I cleaned the changing pad while Mama dunked him in the bathtub.

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