Nekkid Baby

I have spent the entire day chasing Bugaboo down.

It seems he has developed a propensity for undressing. He has always enjoyed undressing himself but enjoyed being wrapped up from head-to-toe (footies, snowsuits, etc.) more. He now likes to get nekkid and stay that way. The child whom I used to envision cutting grass for a living (due to his absolute devotion to all things lawnmower) I now envision becoming a Chippendale or pron star (yes, intentionally not spelled correctly to chase off the Googles.).

Here is what our day looked like today:

• Bugaboo wakes up. I dress Bugaboo.
• I wake Bug Boy. Bugaboo is no longer clothed and pees on floor.
• I clean up pee, make breakfast.
• Bugaboo is again undressed, peeing on floor.
• I dress Bugaboo, clean up pee, get Bug Boy ready for school. He gets on bus.
• Bugaboo is (SURPRISE!) not dressed, starting to pee on floor.
• Friends come over. We go outside. Bugaboo takes his shirt off. The other boys think it is great and want their shirts off. Bugaboo removes his shoes. The other boys want to remove their shoes. Bugaboo starts pulling off his pants. I stop him before we have gaggle of four-year-old boys doing the full monty in my backyard. We live on the corner, we could have given them all a good show.
  
• Friends leave after a few hours. My back hurts, I try to rest on couch, Bugaboo leaves for a minute, running to window to watch the first school bus of the afternoon and returns to the room sans clothing. The diaper is being worked off. I catch him before he pees on the floor.
• I get up to start picking up and preparing snacks for the big kids when they get home. Bugaboo is stripping and twirling in circles (and laughing). He starts to pull diaper down and pees down his clothes.
• I take Bugaboo upstairs to get him new clothes and a diaper. We go downstairs. The doorbell rings. First kids off of bus. Bugaboo comes into the foyer, yup, no clothes. No pee this time, though. Thank goodness. The second round of kids gets here.
  
• Therapist comes. We keep him engaged for an hour. Therapist leaves. I turn to get dinner started. Bugaboo disappears into his room, per usual. He comes downstairs and does the nekkid baby dance in the kitchen. I catch him as the girls giggle and scream, he runs off up to his room. When I get there his room is covered in puddles of pee. Yippee. I strip his bed and take the laundry downstairs to start washing all of the stuff covered with pee.
• I return upstairs and...he is no longer clothed. After I dress him (can't find any puddles) an hour later I find a pee spot on the COUCH! ACK!
• Darling comes home and wonders why dinner is not ready and I am crying. Hmmm...

Needless to say, I will be steaming the rug in several places tomorrow.

The good news? Each time Bugaboo has stripped I have put him IMMEDIATELY on the toilet. I explained to him that if he wanted to be without clothing he had to sit on the potty. He would smile and sit for as long as I wanted him to. He would get dressed, cooperate, disappear and it would start all over again. More good news? We only went through two diapers today because he took his diaper off EVERY TIME he had to go. I have known for some time that he could feel it just by the way he reacts each time he urinates or has a bowel movement. Even better news? This seals the deal on our decision not to replace the nasty, horrible, ugly carpet. We are going to save tons of money with his little peeing habit. No new carpets, less used diapers. A win-win all the way! WOOHOO!!!

Just trying to be positive...at this point I am so fried I am giddy with glee.