I just hate “it” and how often I am confronted by “it” as a mother. One night, back during the 3 months that we were dog-owners, 4 of the 5 little “people/animals'” in my house had “yellow spills” in one fateful night. I don’t blame any of the children in my family for the special moments I spend with “P”. In fact, read this story about my own childhood issues with “it” and rainbow brick walls, sisters, and garbage cans. http://www.seriouslyahomemaker.com/2011/01/block-head.html (It’s such a fun story to read!)
Which brings us to today’s tale: My sister Jess is here visiting with her husband and two boys, ages 3 and 1. They are just so cute! Charlie is loving having friends to play with. They are good, good boys. But let’s be honest, at times Charlie is struggling with having two playmates swirling around his house playing with his toys. And they never leave! (Actually they do, they are spending a lot of time site-seeing with mom and dad. However, Charlie has noticed that they keep coming back! Yay!)
Anyhow, one of the highlights of their visit so far was when the 3-year old went potty in the toilet while Charlie was watching from the tubby. It was soooo coool!
So just now, as I went to put Charlie down for his afternoon nap, I noticed that his diaper was bone dry. I thought- “I bet if I put Charlie on the toilet, he would pee right now!” So, I asked him if he wanted to try- you know, if he thought that would be “willy fun!” and he said “yeah!” and then he did his little giggle dance.
Off to the bathroom (which I had just cleaned an hour previously) to try this out! But, when we arrived in the bathroom, Mommy Dear had a sudden urge to go wee-wee too! I had taken off Charlie’s diaper, but I asked him, “Do you want to see how mommy does it first?!” (I am always striving to be a shining example to my children)
“Yeah!!!” (insert giggle dance)
Mommy sat down, and whilst sitting and “doing”, Charlie stood in front of mommy (we will talk in the third person now… seems less personal… like it wasn’t my reality 30 minutes ago) and began to “do” too!
What’s a mommy to do?! Mommy automatically stuck out a cupped hand and attempted to block, if not catch the “yellow spill”. She said, “stop, buddy!” And he did. And then he looked at Mommy in a confused little way, and started wee-weeing again.
“Mommy! I need a towel!” was all he could say 5.5 seconds later when the deed was done.
*This is how NOT to potty train your child.*
I picked him up, when we were both finished with our moments of relief and set him in the tub. I turned on the water, but didn’t realize that the shower was in fact engaged, and he got a sudden shock of cold water on his head.
He cried, I soothe him. I washed him up, wrapped him up in a towel, all the while talking about what had just happened and how it was really weird and not what we had planned! (Remember 3 minutes previous when I had seen the bone dry diaper and hatched my clever plan? Sheesh.)
As we walked past the toilet and the bathroom mirror on our way back to his room for naptime (and clean clothes and a fresh diaper) we stopped for a minute and looked at ourselves in the mirror. He was swaddled up like a baby, with his head resting on my shoulder and he said, “But, Mommy, I still want a go potty on da toilet!”
“I know. Later.”
Much, much, much later.
Do you guys dare me to finish a project by Friday? Stairs or Bar Stools? You pick.
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Wow, the things we do as mothers! We're starting potty training and "P" is about the only thing we talk about anymore. It isn't fun.
ReplyDeleteoh wow! i thought i'd just had about every experience possible w/ kids and "P" and the other "P" word... but nope, never had to catch pee with my hands while sitting on the toilet myself!
ReplyDelete"P" stories. With five boys, I have a lot of them. My most funny/disgusting? My #3 woke up at 5:00 in the morning because he had to go. We'd only been potty training for a few days, so this was huge. I drug myself out of bed, sat him on the potty, then sat on the floor right in front of him. I was tired and didn't know how long it was going to take. The next thing I knew, I had a nice, warm, yellow shot of "P" running down my face. I forgot to tell him to aim. Oops. At least he made it to the potty! :)
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