Back to normal at our house this week.
Sweet boy #2 refused to pee even though I knew he needed to. So I plopped him down on the potty knowing that his body would take over and he would go regardless of his own desires. It seemed like a good plan. However, in order to thwart my evil plot sweet boy #2 did not aim down into the potty as is conducive to uneventful urination. Oh no, knowing that his bladder was about to fail him, sweet boy #2 aimed high. Straight up into the air. He did pee. Aaaaaaaawwwwwl over the bathroom. So what do you think? Who won that round?
Sweet boy #1 likes to make up fun names for people. And we had been reading about red backed spiders in the great bug search, and his baby brother was running around the house naked as often occurs. So what did he christen him? “Nakey, runner, red backed baby” of course.
Sweet boy #3 likes to splash in the tub. I mean really splash. Everyone gets wet and the whole bathroom as well. So I am attempting to educate him concerning bathroom etiquette. He began to splash and so I held both of his hands and said “No Splash” in that firm but loving tone that Dr. Dobsen recommends. This happened literally about 20 times in 5 minutes and finally I am sitting there holding both of his hands and he gets this look in his eye. He stands up. He glares. And my baby boy proceeds to bounce his little bare bottom up and down upon the watery surface of the tub making a small but defiant splash. I can’t believe he splashed with his butt! And his gaze of conquest could have adorned a Caesar. Ah well, I guess you can’t win them all.