My evening yesterday:
Mike is teaching, Tiffany is making dinner for the kids. Henry is playing a video game in our home office, and Anne is watching him.
"Mommy! I go pee!"
I know she isn't in the bathroom.
"Mommy, you be so happy!!"
"Ohhhhhh. I'm sure, Sweetie." *weak smile as I transverse the house* "You are such a good girl."
I arrive at the doorway of the office. Anne hands me a bowl full of pee.
Anne is standing proudly next to her little pink potty, pants around her ankles. The detachable bowl is what she handed me.
"Oh whew, this wasn't nearly so bad as I feared. Good job, Anne! Can you pull your pants up?"
You can't win 'em all.
"Mommy! Can you watch me do this board?"
"Well, my hands are a bit full now, Honey, just give me a minute."
*struggle to pull up Anne's pants while carefully juggling the bowl of urine.
"Mommy I'm hungry!!"
"Yes, I know, dear, I have to clean up first. Hank, not too much longer on the computer."
*a chorus of "Head, Shoulders, Knees & Toes" strikes up behind me as I head to the bathroom to dump out the pee*
So much glamour. :0
Sometimes Annamarie still uses her frog potty even though she's been potty trained for like 6 months now and can easily use the big potty. I dread that, I hate dumping it out and washing! And it's hard to wipe her bum...ReplyDelete
Agree on all fronts. :)Delete
Sigh, Potty training is so much fun. You're right, it could have been worse. Go with that.ReplyDelete