Poo & Pee
Poo poo, caca, pee pee, #1, #2, weedle, wizz, doodra...whatever you're calling it these days; we're up to our necks in it.
For whatever reason over the past week and a half David and Sheridan have found new hilarious ways to defecate and urinate and this would normally send me over the EDGE (since I perpetually teeter on the EDGE); however these past incidents have just made me break down and laugh because, God willing, we won't be here forever folks!!!
Incident #1- About 10 days ago I was changing David's diaper and in typical "David behavior" he jumps up and runs away from me as soon as the dirty diaper comes off. This particular time though, I noticed a twinkle in his eye as he ran about 6 feet away from me, turned around in the kitchen and peed right on the floor all the while looking at me. Once he was finished he ran behind the refridgerator. This might have made someone with a less sinful soul laugh already, but I was fully prepared to be a mad mama as to prevent a Devious David from becoming Perpetual Pee-on-Floor-Boy. So I yelled, "David come HERE!" and the poor little guy came running out naked as the sun, and around the refrigerator ... and proceeded to slip and slide all over the kitchen floor in his own pee. And I, as the compassionate mother, lost all decorum and fell on the floor laughing. Needless to say, I think Perpetual Pee Boy is here to stay for a while.
Incident #2- Sheridan is not a pee-on-the-floor kind of girl, but she is on an arduous and lengthy journey towards potty training. She wants to wear the big girl panties but isn't quite ready to pay a big girl price and give up the convenience of pull-ups. Anyway, yesterday morning I was letting her wear the big girl pants while I tried to empty our massive baby pool to clean it out and refill it. I think it was pretty entertaining for the kids to watch mom wrestle with their baby pool and they stood silently watching behind the sliding glass window, mezmerized. I tried everything to empty that pool without deflating it... Anyway, Sheridan had an accident and started screaming, "Mommy I pee pee! I pee pee!" I told her to freeze, to stand still and I said I was coming, and of course she took off running to the bathroom continuing to scream, "I pee pee!" over and over again.
So there is the trail of urine to clean up, a screaming three year old...and I left the door open in the midst of it all. I get to Sheridan in the bathroom and peel off the wet clothes and stick her on the potty, then I remember the door and notice David is outside trying to get into the still-full (and dirty) baby pool. I yell at him to come inside, and of course, this is the one time he listens to me. And of course, he runs inside and slips and slides on yet another puddle of pee (this time his sister's), in less than a week from his last tumble. Again, mother of the year, falls down laughing.
Incident #3- This morning Sheridan took a new leap (if you want to call it that) in the potty training process. I was sitting on the floor with David when I noticed she had been out of the room for a little while. I found her in the downstairs bathroom and on the bathroom floor were her clothes...and her poop. At first when she saw me she tried to play it off as a positive thing, "look Mommy!!! I POO-POO!" In her best "isn't this the greatest thing ever?!" voice. She put all the energy of a cheerleader into her voice and again attempted to convince me that her poo on the floor was the goal we had been working for. "Look, Mommy MY POO POO!"
I think I said, "yeah, Sheridan it's your poo poo. It's on the floor!"
Then she looked at it at her feet and maybe realized where it was supposed to go and said, "Aaaawwww. This IS NOT good."
For whatever reason over the past week and a half David and Sheridan have found new hilarious ways to defecate and urinate and this would normally send me over the EDGE (since I perpetually teeter on the EDGE); however these past incidents have just made me break down and laugh because, God willing, we won't be here forever folks!!!
Incident #1- About 10 days ago I was changing David's diaper and in typical "David behavior" he jumps up and runs away from me as soon as the dirty diaper comes off. This particular time though, I noticed a twinkle in his eye as he ran about 6 feet away from me, turned around in the kitchen and peed right on the floor all the while looking at me. Once he was finished he ran behind the refridgerator. This might have made someone with a less sinful soul laugh already, but I was fully prepared to be a mad mama as to prevent a Devious David from becoming Perpetual Pee-on-Floor-Boy. So I yelled, "David come HERE!" and the poor little guy came running out naked as the sun, and around the refrigerator ... and proceeded to slip and slide all over the kitchen floor in his own pee. And I, as the compassionate mother, lost all decorum and fell on the floor laughing. Needless to say, I think Perpetual Pee Boy is here to stay for a while.
Incident #2- Sheridan is not a pee-on-the-floor kind of girl, but she is on an arduous and lengthy journey towards potty training. She wants to wear the big girl panties but isn't quite ready to pay a big girl price and give up the convenience of pull-ups. Anyway, yesterday morning I was letting her wear the big girl pants while I tried to empty our massive baby pool to clean it out and refill it. I think it was pretty entertaining for the kids to watch mom wrestle with their baby pool and they stood silently watching behind the sliding glass window, mezmerized. I tried everything to empty that pool without deflating it... Anyway, Sheridan had an accident and started screaming, "Mommy I pee pee! I pee pee!" I told her to freeze, to stand still and I said I was coming, and of course she took off running to the bathroom continuing to scream, "I pee pee!" over and over again.
So there is the trail of urine to clean up, a screaming three year old...and I left the door open in the midst of it all. I get to Sheridan in the bathroom and peel off the wet clothes and stick her on the potty, then I remember the door and notice David is outside trying to get into the still-full (and dirty) baby pool. I yell at him to come inside, and of course, this is the one time he listens to me. And of course, he runs inside and slips and slides on yet another puddle of pee (this time his sister's), in less than a week from his last tumble. Again, mother of the year, falls down laughing.
Incident #3- This morning Sheridan took a new leap (if you want to call it that) in the potty training process. I was sitting on the floor with David when I noticed she had been out of the room for a little while. I found her in the downstairs bathroom and on the bathroom floor were her clothes...and her poop. At first when she saw me she tried to play it off as a positive thing, "look Mommy!!! I POO-POO!" In her best "isn't this the greatest thing ever?!" voice. She put all the energy of a cheerleader into her voice and again attempted to convince me that her poo on the floor was the goal we had been working for. "Look, Mommy MY POO POO!"
I think I said, "yeah, Sheridan it's your poo poo. It's on the floor!"
Then she looked at it at her feet and maybe realized where it was supposed to go and said, "Aaaawwww. This IS NOT good."
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