when it rains it pours

alright. the kid is a virtual thunderstorm. not once. not twice. not even three times... but five times today, rhys has chosen to sprinkle his mommies while in mid-diaper change. and the night isn't even over yet. the last two times (in a row), we wrapped him up in a blanket and headed straight for the shower. c held him in the shower and i soaped and rinsed him off. he loved it. both times. after the first time, i went to pat him dry and dress him, when, low and behold, i felt something wet and warm on my arm. i called to c not to get out of the shower just yet and took the boy back to be hosed off. again. and then he was just kind of chill afterwards.