Well Benjamin has had a bit of a diaper rash this week, and by the looks of most of his diapers I can't say I'm surprised. Not sure if he's having trouble because he's switching to cow's milk or because he is teething, but things have been busy at his changing table. The other night we decided to let Ben roam the house, how shall I say this, uninhibited to give his skin a chance dry out. He was out there and loving every minute of it. Up and down the hallway with his walker he went. I'm not exactly sure how long he went about the house in his birthday suit, but it was for quite some time because I remember thinking that he should probably get his diaper back on before he used the floor as his own personal toilet. It was not too long after that thought crossed my mind that I heard Jeff say something about going potty. Sure enough, Benjamin had crawled over to our picture window, stood up to give the neighbors a show, and proceeded to tinkle into the air vent. Fantastic. Pretty good aim for a one-year-old, I will give him that. I just hope that we aren't reminded of his little exhibition every time we turn on the heat and the warm air blasts through the aforementioned potty vent.
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