It happened tonight. For the first time ever. I had the diaper off of O for literally a minute. I wasn't expecting it. Okay so I was hoping it wouldn't happen. And I really thought it was going to be fine. But somehow in the minute it took me to stand him in the bathroom bare buck nekked ready for his bath and for me to go 3 feet to the diaper genie, he did it. He peed on the bathroom floor. Now luckily we are only talking pee and pee that was not all over me, but he peed all over his new bath book (Merry Xmas Auntie Taryn!) and was a mere foot from the toilet. I thought we had gotten past this stage. I thought only daddy's were the ones that were supposed to have pee accidents for not monitoring the equipment. I mean, this is my big guy. My big guy who can lounge on the couch to watch tv and rival mom for the most comfortable spot. My daredevil who bleeds and a second later, while dad and I are trying to decide if we should take him to the hospital, asks if he can color. (Now I know what you are thinking. Oh look how cute he is in his yellow pj's with little puppies on them, but in my defense, O is very high maintenance in the textile department and requires 100% cotton jammies - and while Children's Place has cotton footie jammies, they also ensure that they use the dorkiest patterns possible. And now you are probably wondering, hmmm, those are lentils on the bottom of his cup - a lunch/dinner type food - yet O is in his jammies. And you are correct. It was lunch time and I was probably in my pajamas too. Don't judge.) My big guy who would certainly snag a few votes in any of the many primaries occurring currently. You would think someone who is smart enough to count from 9 -13 all by himself, and can feed himself with a spoon from a bowl would know better then to pee on the floor. It looks like we need to step up our game with the potty training. Wish us luck. I am guessing it won't be the last time my bathroom floor gets hit...but now when you come over to visit aren't you going to wonder just where IT happened in relation to where your feet are?
It happened tonight. For the first time ever. I had the diaper off of O for literally a minute. I wasn't expecting it. Okay so I was hoping it wouldn't happen. And I really thought it was going to be fine. But somehow in the minute it took me to stand him in the bathroom bare buck nekked ready for his bath and for me to go 3 feet to the diaper genie, he did it. He peed on the bathroom floor. Now luckily we are only talking pee and pee that was not all over me, but he peed all over his new bath book (Merry Xmas Auntie Taryn!) and was a mere foot from the toilet. I thought we had gotten past this stage. I thought only daddy's were the ones that were supposed to have pee accidents for not monitoring the equipment. I mean, this is my big guy. My big guy who can lounge on the couch to watch tv and rival mom for the most comfortable spot. My daredevil who bleeds and a second later, while dad and I are trying to decide if we should take him to the hospital, asks if he can color. (Now I know what you are thinking. Oh look how cute he is in his yellow pj's with little puppies on them, but in my defense, O is very high maintenance in the textile department and requires 100% cotton jammies - and while Children's Place has cotton footie jammies, they also ensure that they use the dorkiest patterns possible. And now you are probably wondering, hmmm, those are lentils on the bottom of his cup - a lunch/dinner type food - yet O is in his jammies. And you are correct. It was lunch time and I was probably in my pajamas too. Don't judge.) My big guy who would certainly snag a few votes in any of the many primaries occurring currently. You would think someone who is smart enough to count from 9 -13 all by himself, and can feed himself with a spoon from a bowl would know better then to pee on the floor. It looks like we need to step up our game with the potty training. Wish us luck. I am guessing it won't be the last time my bathroom floor gets hit...but now when you come over to visit aren't you going to wonder just where IT happened in relation to where your feet are?
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...so maybe I don't stay with you this summer...:)
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