09 February 2010
I would love to say the adventures of potty training are smooth sailing. When I quit my job in November this was one of the parenting tasks I figured would be smooth sailing. I’d LOVE to say that Monkey is the easiest of all the kids. I’d LVOE to say that this adventure doesn’t make me want to pull my hair out. Or to say that he has the concept down perfectly.
But I can’t.
Every time I think we’re making a new step, he’s taking 2 backwards. I know it has to do with The Man coming and going during Christmas. He was doing so incredibly well before. Now it’s a headache. Last night we’re watching tv. Lil t’ is on the floor and Monkey is on the couch. He climbs down yelling he has to pee but doesn’t head for the bathroom. In the time it clicked in my head what he was doing, putting the laptop down and jumping up; Monkey pulled his pants down and peed on Lil t’. Yes you read that right. He whipped it out and peed on his big brother’s head. I about died. Chased him to the bathroom, yelled for a couple minutes, threw Lil t’ in the shower and then I ran into my room shutting the door before shoving my face into a pillow while I screamed and laughed uncontrollably. On one hand it was so incredibly disgusting and rude. While on the other hand, I found the whole thing hilarious. I have issues. I mean seriously, what goes through that boy’s mind that told him it was okay to pee on his brother?!
Labels: potty training