Mr. Anthony has recently taken to peeing while standing. How stoked am I?
PRETTY DANG STOKED!!!
He'll go in, pull down his boxers, stand on his tippie toes, aim, and is then off to the races. He calls me in when he's done to have me help clean him up. All had been going well with this new way of peeing until one day last week I walked in after he called my name oh so sweetly and stepped in a big 'ol puddle of wee-wee. Gross!! Ahh well, accidents happen. Maybe he couldn't make it in time? He'd been doing a great job besides this one pee that happened to be on the wrong side of the toilet. I decided to let this one slide. High fives all around and a sticker for the chart regardless.
Well soon enough his "accidents" were showing up on my shower curtain and the floor around the tub. These all can't be accidents. I'd be a fool to think so! Was he trying to pee in the bath tub or something!? What is this boy doing when he goes in and shuts the door!? I'd have him leave the door open so I could watch, but baby Molly makes her way in there and I hate that. I have quickly grown tired of cleaning up puddles of wee-wee and watching my shower curtain be slowly stained a tinge of yellow. Guess I'm back to diligently being his pee buddy whenever he has to go. How stoked am I now?
not so dang stoked
Lord, please give me the grace to laugh at this to keep from crying. After all, it is kinda funny, isn't it?