Take for example the other morning. Mornings during the week are an event in their
own right. Since we both have to leave
early in the morning, things get a little hectic when you add two children who
each has his own agenda. As it happened,
last Friday I had taken off work for a couple of appointments. In one of those rare the planets have aligned
moments, I did not have to get up before the crack of dawn, and was looking
forward to getting a little extra sleep.
I should have known the kids would have other plans.
For once, both kids managed to sleep the entire night in
their respective beds. Ah the joy of
such a little thing as to have one’s own bed for an entire night – I was
beginning to think it was something I had imagined. Even the dogs and cats were cooperating – no
whining, no barking, no random meows to disturb us.
At about 5:30, we both awoke to random babbling. Let me mention that there is a baby monitor
in the 2 year old’s room. We both
heard her babbling away, and slowly realized that the 3 year old was actually
in there with her. The two were having
one of their many child-like conversations that only they understood
completely. Pretty soon we heard the not
so stealthy pitter patter of tiny feet followed by swiftly running feet. In the darkened room I could barely make out
the determined face of a tiny girl, clutching her blanket as she climbed with
purpose onto our bed and made her way to the pillows. She promptly threw herself into the mass of
fluff and announced with no uncertain terms “More Milk” as she settled in, a
huge grin on her face at her cleverness.
In the meantime the 3 year old stood on the trunk at the
bottom of the bed. I could tell he
looked odd but couldn’t quite wrap my mind around what was off. Then I realized that he was completely naked
from the waist down. Having been the one
to put him to bed the night before, I knew personally that he did not start out
that way. “Where are your undies?” I
asked. He smiled at me like I was an
idiot. Heaving a resigned sigh, I got
out of bed and said “Let’s go to the potty” to which he happily scampered off
the trunk and toward the bathroom.
We have a baby gate on our bathroom. Too many things of great temptation are held
within, and to be honest I want to prolong the inevitable issues that come
along with toddlers and toilets. As I
moved to lift the 3 year old over the gate, it registered in the back of my
mind that his rubber boots (covered with space ships) were carefully placed
just outside the gate. I set him down
and told him to go potty while I noted the pajama pants on the floor. I headed off to his bedroom to grab some
clean undies and clothes. Back in the
bathroom, I found him standing by the toilet.
“Go potty” I said.
“Don’t want to potty” came the reply. “Go potty” I repeated, as I placed his potty
seat on the toilet and lifted him on to it.
“Where’s your undies” I asked – not really expecting an answer. To my surprise he simply said “I put them in
the trash.” Sure enough, when I looked
into the trash can, there was a pair of pull ups. It was then that I noticed that the tub
looked strange….it was blue. At this
point the 3 year old stood up and announced that he was done and requested his
toilet paper. Then I looked at him… I
mean REALLY looked at him. His hands
looked pasty, and when he turned around I couldn’t help but notice his butt was
as blue as the tub. Slowly it began to
come together in my mind.
Apparently he had awakened and realized that he was
wet. Being a clever guy, he knew enough
to head to the bathroom. Why this
required his spaceship rubber boots I am not sure, but when he reached the baby
gate he had enough sense to remove them so that he might climb the gate. He then ditched his pajama bottoms, tossed
the wet pull up in the trash, went to the potty and carefully put his potty
seat back in its rightful place. He then
looked for soap to wash up with, but instead came across his toothpaste, hence
the blue tub, hands and for whatever reason butt. I then found myself sticking him in the tub
to clean up, getting him out just in time for my alarm to go off, alerting me
that it was time to get p and get moving.
I am happy to say that aside from a minty-fresh smelling
bathroom and my extra sleep plans being thwarted, everything turned out
fine. I also want to mention that
toothpaste is at the top of my grocery list…
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