nudist-pooist

I have blessed with two free spirited nudists for children. In the morning, as soon as Olivia comes into the bed, jaybird naked, her small brother begins an an anguished cry of 'Dressy! Dressy! Nappy!' and tugs at his jammies, until he's similarly unclothed. 'Nudie!!'

The problem is, he's not quite 21 months, and while sitting on the potty is fun sometimes, he doesn't actually USE it yet. Up til now we've been lucky. Ish. But this morning he unleashed a torrent. He managed to get the sheet, the mattress, the duvet, a pillow, my nightie, and his sister. I have baby wee in my hair right now.

And then, thinking I was safe I left him downstairs au naturel and his dad just had to clean poo up off the floor (heheh).

The upside is, when I see them racing and bouncing around, with their creamy skin and plumpy bums and strong limbs, I am so awed and grateful, be-weed or not.