Well, it was about time it happened to me.  I made it through my pal L.A. NEVER doing it and just over a year with my giant baby, Abbott (Abs, Abbey Road, Abbott the rabbit, Abbey, Butters, Butterball, SIr Butters) and thought I was in the clear.  Then it happened today.

The hot rainbow.

Just a quick change of the diaper before we are heading out the door.  We are already running late and I knew my outfit was just missing something but I could not quite put my finger on it.  Thank God my sweet Butters knew what it was missing – hot whiz.  A LOT of hot whiz.

Literally, it is a hot rainbow….of whiz, except you just get a gross wet outfit and a few high pitched squeals instead of a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow.

It has never happened to me so I have to admit.  It scared the shit out of me.  I was not ready.  I was not prepared.  I had just put on my Lululemon uniform and was ready to hit the road running errands like a champ that also needs to make a run through the Taco Bell drive thru.  (Damn you meximelt, you get me every time).

They make these lame “pee pee tee pee” things that you are supposed to put over the tiny donger when you change the diaper, but come on?!?  Seriously?  Lamest thing ever.  That is something an overly high strung mother uses.  Or on second thought, maybe just a mother who does not want to get a hot rainbow.

I am a risk taker, a real gambler…..ooh la la.  I figured if I made it through at least 7 diapers a day for 2.5 years with L.A…..that is a lot of diaper changes, in fact, it is exactly 6,804 diapers.  One year in the typical diaper world is 2500 dirty diapers a year.  That alone is mind boggling but then I had to do it with twins.  Good times.  But never in over six thousand diaper changes did he whizz on me.  I thought it was all about respect and love for mommy.  He does tell me I am his best friend all the time, well, me and his sister.  Apparently we pass the best friend baton back and forth.  That’ll do for now.  But I know he must like me a touch more because he never gave me a hot rainbow when he was growing up.

Now, today I was officially christened,  I guess it was only fair.  I should not be able to make it out of having 2  boys and never get a hot rainbow.

This guy was the culprit….and Butters is too darn cute and the best baby ever so I can’t get mad.  It did not go in my mouth.  That could have been another story.

So ,yeah, it happened to me today.  Took me completely by storm.  As I am gazing into his eyes, singing his baby song – “boom sha boom, boom boom my baby I say boom sha boom”…….and with the biggest smile you ever on his buttery face – here came the hot rainbow.  I shreaked which in turn scared him but then we ended up laughing.  Sort of laughing.

The hot rainbow.  Good times.  I would recommend it.