Jack leads the medal count

Our little Jack leads the medal count for the US in peeing himself.

This kid is advanced. He can't be beat. Josh said he is an all-pro.

The last three nights, this child has worn three sets of pajamas. He's quite the fashion plate at midnight, 3 and 6 a.m. in his new jammies. It's a good thing my sister convinced me he needed a lot of sleep sacks, because he blows through them like nothing.

And it's not usually an out-and-out wetness of the outfit in the middle of the night. Oh no, Jack is a stealth pee-er. He lies in wait in the night, plotting maniacally for the perfect moment to spring it on us. He's gotten so good that we can't even see he has peed himself until we go to put his onesie back on after his diaper change and there it is, urine.

He favors the left side, but sometimes he mixes it up for variety.

Of course, this necessitates changing his outfit after we just got him calmed down from the indignity of a diaper change. Which means more crying and general unhappiness. For both Jack and the person who is lucky enough to change him.

So in the grand scheme of things, I think we can start shooting for two sets of pajamas per night. Maybe once we get that down, we can dream the impossible dream of a single, pure outfit for an entire night.

But really, how can you not like this face, even when he's peed himself for the third time in one night?