Nudey time

Dylan's just had his morning bath and is now having some 'nudey time' i.e. playing in the buff. We've always tried to give him some nudey time as, especially when he was very little, it significantly reduced nappy rash by letting his bottom get to the air. Now I do it just because he loves it! He's such a little nudist, even now if he's in a really bad mood, stripping him off instantly cheers him up.

He's currently hanging off the stairgate like a ballet dancer at the barre, albeit a nude one! Weirdo.

One of the most vivid memories I have of the day he was born was about nakedness. At some point that first day the midwife said " do you want to think about dressing him now?" as it was evening I think, and he was still wrapped only in blankets. I remember I had this utterly overwhelming feeling of 'oh what a shame'. It felt so desperately sad to wrap this tiny, gorgeous naked thing in clothes. He'd been naked for nine months, thrust into the world and now about to be struggled into clothes. To me it somehow felt like his perfect natural state was about to end, and he was about to enter the imperfect human world.

Remember, before you scoff and write me off as crazy - I was on a lot if drugs!

It's funny, even now I get a hint of 'it's a shame' when I dress the boy. He's so perfectly at ease in the nude. He hates being dressed and always have a look of a boy constrained for the first moments after being struggled into clothes.

He gets his revenge of course. Just as I was about to write this he promptly peed all over my hall carpet. The joy of nudey time...