I felt a headache started to form as my 10 month old son squirmed on the floor. He was naked and resisting me as I tried to put on his diaper. His new trick? Waiting until I take off his wet diaper and then trying to (and sometimes succeeding to) stand up.

I started the practice of changing him on the floor after her stood up and did his own reenactment of the superman leap off of the changing table. Fortunately, I have cat like reflexes and caught him, which he found to be hilarious.

So there we were on the floor of the hotel room (and I was wondering the last time the carpet had been cleaned). My baby boy rolled and squirmed and squawked until he finally found a way to get up. I decided to go with it; my patience was shot from trying to get the family ready to check out from the hotel. I put the diaper on him while he was standing up. We had to go. We were checking out and I was anxious to get on the road. Heck, I was anxious just to sit down. I fastened the diaper, put some shorts on him, rallied the troops and left.

During the first half of our 4 hour drive my son seemed crankier than usual. He’s not always a pleasant child to be around. He actually hates being in his car seat. Honestly, I wouldn’t really like facing backwards, towards a seat back, either.

On that particular drive he kept fussing. I thought he was just hungry (he’s hungry all the time) so I continued to hand him crackers which he happily gobbled up. We stopped about 2 hours into the drive to get more gas. I went back to change him and noticed that he was soaked. He was completely wet and the car seat was soaked, too.

I looked over at my 8 year old step son in the seat next to him and said “what happened”? He looked up from his PSP bleary eyed and said “whhhaaatttt”?

I could see he was not going to be a lot of help. I got the baby out of the car seat and handed him to my husband as I rifled through the diaper bag. Just then I heard the sound of water dripping and turned around just in time to see my husband holding my son out in front of him. Pee was dripping from my son down to the ground. My husband looked at me, slightly disgusted and said “he just peed on me”.

I took my son and laid him down on the changing mat I placed in the back of our SUV. There had to be some sort of diaper defect going on. Was it a leaker? Did it have a hole? I took off his shorts and began to inspect the diaper when I found the problem. On the side of the diaper his teeny tiny pee pee was just barely sticking out. In my haste I forgot to check that everything was tucked in to the diaper before we left the hotel.

I laughed out loud in the po-dunk gas station in the middle of nowhere and made a mental note: when changing a diaper for a little boy, make sure everything is tucked in.